Lady Bone Demon’s plan to “rip the memory of [Sun Wukong] from this world” means she’s definitely tampered with Macaque’s memories, as well as others’ memories about Macaque. MK doesn’t recognize him as one of the villains SWK and company fought on the Journey despite being a major SWK fanboy and seeing him in the golden vision of truth back in “A Hero is Born!”. At first I had thought Macaque’s story just wasn’t well-known in-universe, but his debut episode contradicts this.
He was nervous when he introduced himself to MK as the Six-Eared Macaque... he thought MK would react negatively! Enough people know about him being a villain that he expects them to panic or become hostile when they realize who he is. That is, enough people used to know about him before LBD started meddling.
Many folks suspect Macaque lied or twisted the truth in “Shadow Play”, since he is a villain. Others thought Macaque was being honest because SWK was kind of a bastard before his character development on the Journey, so having SWK’s past wrongdoings come back to bite him would highlight that hey, this Super Cool Celebrity Warrior is fundamentally A Person With Flaws. It’s good to look up to him, sure, but it’s not good to idolize him. I think the second option is more likely, with the caveat that what Macaque thinks is the truth isn’t what actually happened.
As for what did happen, Journey to the West itself offers clues. To quickly summarize: If SWK and company successfully help the monk Tripitaka fetch scriptures from the west and bring them to the east, their past misdeeds will be forgiven and they will be rewarded with positions in Heaven. But in chapter 56, SWK unnecessarily killed some bandits, so Tripitaka rejected him and sent him away.
In chapter 57, SWK went to the Bodhisattva Guanyin to tell on his master... while “SWK” attacked the other members of the Journey and planned to replace them with impostors so he could take the Heavenly reward all for himself. Sha Wujing went to the Bodhisattva Guanyin to explain the situation and ask for help, and she told him SWK couldn’t have done those things, since he'd been by her side for the past few days. Sha Wujing and SWK left to go discover the truth.
In chapter 58, they found “SWK”, and he and SWK immediately began fighting. They looked and sounded exactly alike and were evenly matched to the point that no one could tell them apart... so they went to the Buddha himself for help. He explained that the false SWK was a six-eared macaque. The six-eared macaque panicked at being discovered and tried to run, but the Buddha trapped him and revealed his true form. SWK used this opportunity to kill the six-eared macaque. And... that’s the end of that storyline. On to the next adventure!
Taking the text at face value, the six-eared macaque is... Some Guy. He and SWK didn’t know each other personally and had no shared past, he just saw an opportunity to get something good for himself and failed to take it. This gives us half of LMK Macaque’s backstory; he certainly isn’t Some Guy, but that he disguised himself as MK to attack SWK and then mocked SWK for not seeing through the illusion suggests he did impersonate SWK and attack his allies during the Journey.
“Seriously? You fell for that?!”
Since Journey to the West is an allegory for enlightenment, we can look at the text- and the shadow play- through an allegorical lens to understand LMK Macaque’s motivation. JttW Macaque represents SWK’s “dark side”, the violent, selfish, deceptive part of himself he needs to overcome before he can continue on the Journey.
And suddenly Macaque’s shadow schtick makes a whole lot more sense.
Every goddamn line of the play supports the idea that Macaque is a part of SWK that got separated from him somehow.
Obviously Macaque was referring to SWK when he talked about “the hero” and himself when he talked about “the warrior”, but he gestured at SWK’s silhouette when he said “[the play] follows the tragic tale of a legendary warrior...” (SWK is the hero and the warrior... but Macaque is the warrior and not the hero.)
“...[T]hose who bring light into this world inevitably bring darkness to those they hold dear.” (SWK “brought” Macaque to the other Journey members.)
“Like light, heroes bring warmth, hope, and friendship. But they also give life to the darkness.” (SWK “gave life” to Macaque.)
“The hero and the warrior were like the sun and the moon; their light a protective glow shining upon the world. Together, there was nothing that could stop the two of them, either in the celestial realms or on earth.” (The moon reflects the sun, Macaque reflects SWK. Macaque also considers (or considered...) himself a protector. Macaque was present for/part of SWK’s ruckus in the celestial realms.)
“The hero attained power beyond comprehension. As the hero’s light grew, so too did his shadow. And soon, the warrior was cast in that shadow.”
(SWK, this blinding light, looms over Macaque menacingly. SWK “cast out” or “cast away” Macaque.)
“In the darkness, the warrior was forgotten by the hero.” (Oh? Forgotten? Wow I wonder how SWK could have forgotten such a dear friend it sure is a mystery.)
Three of MK’s clones became markedly different over a short period of time, and their reappearance in “This is the End!” means they didn’t stop existing just because MK poofed them. It’s not a stretch to guess that one of SWK’s clones also became markedly different over a longer period of time and gained a certain amount of permanence.
SWK mostly uses his clones for combat, which explains why Macaque’s lessons to MK boiled down to “hit stuff really hard”.
“...[Y]ou don’t use a weapon, you are a weapon!” in that context is... disconcerting. It’s not surprising that SWK would consider his clones to be merely weapons, since he can just poof them away when he’s done with them and, well, they are him. Maybe it was odd that this particular clone was The-Violent-Selfish-Deceptive-Parts-Of-SWK rather than SWK-As-A-Whole like all the rest, but he was always good in a fight! SWK had to protect his monkey subjects, after all! And beat up those underworld guys who tried to kidnap him, and also beat up those guys in the celestial realm who disrespected him, and then beat up the guys from the celestial realm who tried to arrest him for that, and then beat up the army from the celestial realm who tried to arrest him for eating a bunch of magic immortality food he wasn’t supposed to eat, and THEN beat up the rest of the celestial army as he escapes from being arrested, and THEN-
He got pinned underneath a mountain for five hundred years with only iron pellets to eat and molten copper to drink, and no visits from anyone. And when Tripitaka finally got him out, he put a magic fillet on SWK’s head that would give him a massive headache whenever Tripitaka felt like he was acting too violently. And sometimes Zhu Wuneng would persuade Tripitaka that SWK deserved it even when he didn’t because Zhu Wuneng was kind of a little shit.
In a situation like that, it’s only natural SWK wanted to avoid summoning his unusually rowdy clone for fear of him acting out and SWK taking the blame for it, so proto-Macaque was probably floating around in SWK’s subconscious being cranky that he couldn’t Do A Violence for a while until something happened to detach Macaque from SWK.
LBD appeared in chapter 27 of JttW, where she disguised herself as a human three times trying to get close enough to Tripitaka to eat him. But each time, SWK saw through the disguise and destroyed her body, only successfully killing her the third time. Because of Zhu Wuneng’s persuasion, Tripitaka didn’t believe SWK when he said the “humans” were demons in disguise, so he rejected SWK as a disciple altogether and sent him away, though this rift was mended some chapters later.
LMK SWK clearly didn’t succeed in killing LBD, meaning there’s a space in the narrative between her appearance in chapter 27 and Macaque’s appearance in chapter 57 for her to meddle using her Creepy Ghost Whispers.
She whispered tear it out and crush it tear it out and burn it to SWK because this weapon was too dangerous to use, he ought to get rid of it before it backfired and that monk saw fit to crush his skull with the fillet. She reached deeper and whispered run before he smothers you break free from him and live to what would become Macaque, and trusted his own violent-selfish-deceptive nature would take care of the rest.
Sun Wukong reached into his chest and cracked and coughed and clutched and pulled and tore Six-Eared Macaque tried to breathe and coughed and cracked and kicked and thrashed and tore
and there it was
and there he was
They fought. Macaque lost. He ran.
Lady Bone Demon made them forget. But sooner or later, they will remember.
Macaque will spiral for a bit, Not-A-Person-Just-A-Weapon-Made-For-Violence is a terrible thing to think of yourself. But eventually he will realize what he was is not who he is, and let go of his obsession with SWK so he can truly start to figure out who he is! He’ll probably never be a perfect uwu cinnamon roll, but he’s not doomed to be evil forever, either.
It may a while to convince SWK of that, however...
Sha Wujing (Coming Soon)
Zhu Wuneng, Tripitaka, and Bai Longma (Coming Soon)
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Adoption AU: The Kidnapping
@tortilla-of-courage @ghostdragonace @sekiumiarashi @anadorablekiwi
So I’ve been thinking about posting more to the Adoption AU for a while now, and the new update seemed like a good excuse to start the plot.
Because yeah, this AU actually has a plot.
Mind the tags, it’s not actually bad but better safe than sorry.
Time had been out when he got the first call.
It wasn’t often that he got a day to enjoy himself, having eight sons typically keeps you busy.
Which is why the call was a bit concerning. Tatl didn’t call unless she didn’t want a record of the conversation.
“Hello, Tatl,” he said, purposefully casual as he took a sip of his coffee, glancing around the patio of the small shop.
“Link,” she said, professional tone and words clipped. “How are you?”
“Doing well,” he replied, leaning back. “I finally found some time to myself and figured I’d spend a day out, so I’m currently at one of my favorite coffee shops,”
“Ah, well, that’s good,” Tatl responded, filing that away. “I just figured I’d let you know about a rumour I heard,”
“Oh?” Time asked, keeping his face carefully neutral and hiding as much of it as he could behind his mug.
“There’s been talk about the Emerald,” Tatl told him promptly. “People are looking for it,”
Time kept the mug up to hide his frown. That wasn’t good, considering the last time someone went looking for his artefact.
“Is that so?” He responded after a moment, taking another sip and finding himself watching the other patrons more closely.
“It’s likely not anything terribly worrying, but I’ll keep an eye on things, just in case,” Tatl promised, and Time felt himself relax just a bit. “I’ll call you immediately if something changes,”
“Thank you, Tatl, I appreciate that greatly,” he sighed, and forcibly relaxed his grip on his mug.
“Of course,” Tatl responded, and he could hear the soft smile in her voice. “What else are friends for,”
They chatted for a bit longer before concluding the call, to make it seem more like a random how are you call than one discussing business.
If you had asked Time thirty years ago if he’d be disguising business calls with a member of a secret society as casual conversations, he’d have laughed at you.
That was before he learned how many people were after the gem his foster father had left him, and the lengths they’d go to to get it. Before college, where he met Tatl and Tael. Before Majora made himself a threat. Before the mask.
Now, it was just a part of life. One of many secrets he kept.
Well, from most people. He told Malon everything. Mostly everything. Everything that wouldn’t put her in danger.
Time spent the next few days a bit overly paranoid. He checked on the Emerald in the attic a few times more than he usually would. He kept a closer eye on his family. He found himself watching everyone he passed on the street.
After those days passed with no word from Tatl, he finally started to relax.
Which is when he got the second concerning call.
“Link, do you know where Twilight is?” Malon asked as Time fumbled for his keys.
“No? Is something wrong?” Time asked, frowning as he sorted through his keychain for the key to his truck.
“Maybe?” Malon replied, and Time paused at the worry in her voice. “It’s just, he’s usually home by now, and I haven’t heard from him yet. I have a bad feeling, is all,”
Time swallowed around the lump in his throat, and did his best to ignore the weight that landed in his stomach.
“It’s probably nothing,” Time brushed off, trying to convince himself. “I’ll call Sheik and see if he’s heard from him. Maybe ask his brothers?”
“Alright,” Malon said, not convinced. “Call me if you hear something?”
“Of course. I love you,”
“Love you too,”
Time paused, as he realized he was shaking too badly to get the keys into the lock. He pressed his hand to the door, forcing a deep breath through his lungs.
Twilight was fine. He probably just got caught in some project for college and his phone died. Or he was out with friends and forgot. There were a million reasons he was late and hadn’t called. Jumping to worst case scenario didn’t help anyone.
People were looking for the Emerald, his traitorous brain reminded him. And now your son is missing?
Shut up, he told himself, finally getting the door open and sitting down.
He put his head in his hands, taking a moment to compose himself before calling his brother.
“Greetings eldest Link,” Sheik responded cheerfully as he answered.
“Has your gender changed since we last spoke?” Time asked.
“I’m a woman right now, if that’s what you mean,” Sheik-Lullaby laughed.
“Right, thanks,” Time cleared his throat. “Have you heard from Twilight?”
“Twilight? No, I haven’t. Should I have?”
“No,” Time sighed. “He’s late getting home and hasn’t called. Malon is worried,”
“Well, I’ll let you know if I do,” she promised. “Are you alright, Link? I mean, with what you mentioned a few days ago...”
“I’ll be fine,” Time lied. “I’ll be better when I know Twilight’s just lost track of time or his phone died or something,”
“Right,” Lullaby sighed. “I’ll ask some of the sages if they’ve heard anything,”
Time sat in the parking lot for a moment longer, head resting on the steering wheel as he tried to get his breathing under control.
Please, Hylia, he thought. Please let us be overreacting.
Twilight didn’t come home that night.
None of the sages knew where he was. Neither did his brothers. Nor his friends.
By midnight, it was clear that no one knew where Twilight was, and he still wasn’t answering his phone.
“We’ll contact the police in the morning,” Malon promised him. “It’ll do our boy no good if his father is too exhausted,”
Reluctantly, Time let himself get dragged to bed.
He didn’t fall asleep until at least three in the morning even then, eye on his phone and praying it would ring.
He wasn’t a religious man, but if there was ever a point where he hoped the goddesses would have mercy on him, it was now.
He almost shot out of bed when his phone dinged in the morning, getting tangled in the blankets and waking up Malon as he reached blindly for it before he was even fully awake.
“Darling?” Malon asked, sitting up as Time half fell out of the bed.
He rubbed at his eye with his free hand, bringing his phone up to his face and squinting at the light from the screen.
Twilight: 1 attachment
“It’s a text,” he mumbled, pulling himself back onto the bed as he punched in the code. “From Twilight,”
Weight settled on his shoulders as Malon leaned on him, her eyes on his phone now too.
He opened up the messenger app on his phone, clicking on the conversation with one of his two eldest.
He almost dropped his phone, and Malon gasped loudly in his ear.
It was a picture. A single picture.
Twilight is on his knees, hands bound behind his back, glaring into the camera with a fire all too familiar to Time. He had a black eye and a swollen lip, but otherwise didn’t seem too hurt. There was no way to identify the background in the shot, and even then the lighting implied it might not have been taken that morning based on how the sun had only just begun creeping into the bedroom.
Time’s heart stopped, blood draining from his face. His hands shook, and his eye kept running over the image.
He could vaguely feel Malon panicking behind him, her breathing sharp and shallow in his ear, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulder. Most of the world was far away though, and really she was the only thing keeping him vaguely grounded.
Twilight had been kidnapped.
It felt like the whole world was crumbling away through his fingers.
The people looking into the Emerald weren’t junior treasure hunters like Lullaby and Ruto dealt with sometimes. This was organized.
This was someone who knew.
“I’m going to murder the fucking son of a bitch,” Malon growled, and the pure venom in her voice snapped Time back to the present.
He tore his eye from his phone to look at his wife.
Her fiery red hair was a mane around her head from sleep, and mixed with the blaze in her eyes and the rising sun highlighting her from behind, she reminded Time of those stories about dragons. He was fairly sure that if she could breathe fire there’d be smoke in their room.
He was equal parts impressed and terrified.
“I’ll forward the picture to Lullaby,” he said, forcing himself through the motions to do so. “She and the sages might be able to help figure out where this was taken,”
Malon nodded, taking a deep breath herself, though even as she visibly calmed the inferno in her eyes never quieted.
Lullaby texted back, shortly.
Sent to Kokiri
Says she’ll look into it
I’m on my way over
Don’t tell me not to, you need me right now, i know you
Time sighed. If anyone could figure out what happened to Twilight it was Kokiri. The hacker would likely have a location for them soon.
Tatl might have the resources to help too, but he wouldn’t be able to call her for another few hours.
“Oh,” Malon gasped, and Time twisted to look at her. “The boys,”
Sure enough, Time could hear water running. Warriors had come home from university and planned to leave early in the morning, so that was likely him. They’d need to catch him before he left.
Oh goddesses, they had to tell the boys.
“I’ll wake the others up,” Malon offered gently. “You grab Warriors,”
Time nodded, watching as she left, and forcing himself to his feet after she was out of sight.
He almost knocked on the bathroom door when it opened.
“Oh, Pops! Hey!” Warriors grinned. “Sorry to keep you waiting, didn’t know you were up!”
“Actually, I was waiting for you,” Time corrected, reaching out with an arm to block Warriors as he tried to push past. “We need to talk,”
Warriors frowned, eyes rolled up to the ceiling.
“Okay, I don’t remember getting in trouble recently or doing something that would piss you off, so whatever it is, I didn’t do it,”
Time scoffed, laughing and shaking his head. “No, I know this isn’t your fault,” the mirth vanished almost as quickly as it came, replaced with a worried frown. “This is, a bit more important. Family meeting,”
“Can it wait? I have a class,” Warriors asked.
Time shook his head. “Email your professor, this is something mandatory, and I doubt you’ll want to be going to class after,”
“And what do I say?” Warriors asked, not bothering to argue, likely based on the concern on Time’s face.
“Family emergency, and you can’t say more just yet,” Time said, turning to see Wind and Four wander out of their room yawning, Malon smiling at him before ducking into Hyrule and Wild’s room. “Trust me, this is important,”
Warriors nodded, frowning back. “Lemme grab my laptop then,”
Time stepped back, and his heart twisted as he watched Warriors duck into the room he shared with Twilight.
Twilight, who was probably terrified right now.
He shook his head, clearing it up. He couldn’t be a wreck right now. The rest of his boys needed him to be strong for them.
Half an hour later they were all sitting around the table, Wolfie curled up under it.
Malon reached over to squeeze Time’s arm as he took a deep breath.
“We heard from Twilight,” Time began slowly, keeping his eye on each of his boys. “And, it’s not good,”
“Not good?” Wild echoed. “Why, what happened?”
“We got a photo,” Time cut himself off when he heard the door open, immediately tense.
“Relax, it’s just us!” Ruto called, following her wife into the room.
Or, no. Well-worn jeans, baggy hoodie, scarf folded high over the chin. Probably Sheik.
“Sheik, he him,” Sheik informed them all with a wave. “Don’t let us interrupt,”
Time nodded. “Right,”
Malon squeezed his arm again, and Time took a second to steady himself again.
“I got a text from Twilight’s phone. It’s a picture,” he explained. “I, don’t want to show you all since it’s already a concerning situation, and I know you have some existing issues already and I don’t want to make things worse. It just shows Twilight restrained, a little banged up, and very pissed off,” he took a deep breath, calming himself. “We think he’s been kidnapped. I’ve already asked someone to look into things and I’ll be making a few more calls in an hour or so when I know another friend will be able to answer,”
The first thing that breaks the silence that fell is the clatter of a kitchen chair hitting the ground, knocked over when Warriors stood. He all but ran from the room, heading in the direction towards the basement stairs.
Four followed, pushing to his feet and heading out of the room in a different direction, much calmer than his older brother.
Malon reached over to tap Wind’s shoulder, who then threw himself into her open arms and started sobbing.
“Sky,” Hyrule nudged his brother, who looked up numbly. “Come on, let’s get some air,”
Sky nodded, and let himself be guided out of the room without complaint. Both he and Hyrule had tears on their faces.
Legend stood to punch the wall, leaving a sizable dent, and screaming. He followed this up with a slew of colourful curses.
Wild had crawled under the table at some point, and was now clinging to Wolfie, who was very patiently allowing him to, despite the amount of pulling on his fur.
Time dropped his head into his hands, the words out now. He could feel himself shaking slightly as he tried to keep himself from breaking down himself. He couldn’t break right now, not yet. His boys still needed him.
“Kokiri’s analyzing the photo now,” Sheik offered into the room, and the people left in it. “She promised we’d have something to go off of in an hour or so, and the sages will be acting on that as soon as Kokiri gives us the lead,”
Time sighed, a bit relieved by that.
He lifted his head when he felt a hand on his shoulder, his brother leaning in and dropping his voice.
“Do you think this has anything to do with interest in the Emerald?” He whispered.
“I sincerely hope not,” Time sighed, feeling much older than he was.
Sheik squeezed his shoulder in comfort, but said nothing.
Time pushed himself to his feet, Sheik stepping back as he did.
“Excuse me, I should go and comfort some of the boys,” he nodded, turning to offer a small smile to Malon and Ruto where they were comforting Wind, and then turned out of the room.
Time sat in his room, rolling his phone in his hands and watching the clock, waiting until he could make the call.
Tatl only had a few windows during the day when she could speak freely with him about situations where they went behind the back of the Order.
He respected the Order of the Lost Woods, but things like this didn’t need them to know. It would be better if they didn’t.
Warriors was still curled up in the fort in the basement, the collection of sheets set up by some of the boys from when Warriors was trying to get away from his rather abusive ex and left up as a sort of panic or freak out space. He wasn’t hyperventilating anymore, and he was drinking some water. Kidnapping hit a little close to home for Warriors, considering the near miss with his birth parents a few years ago.
Four seemed outwardly fine. Vio was fronting and explained that the rest of the system was in chaos. Red’s tears were visible on his face, and he mentioned the destroyed boxes that they’d been planning to lend to a work friend of Time’s to move was Blue. Vio promised he’d let himself breakdown once Green was calm enough to wrangle in Red and Blue.
Sky was sobbing, loudly, and clinging onto Hyrule on the back deck. Hyrule was doing his best to comfort his brother, even with his own tears running down his face and shaking hands. Sheik had gone out to offer comfort for them both not long after Time had checked on them.
Wind was still sobbing, now holding onto Ruto so Malon could offer Wild some support after he let go of the wolf-dog. Legend disappeared into one of the old barns, and a series of violent noises filtered out on occasion.
And here Time sat, alone, waiting for the time to pass.
8:43, Tatl would answer now.
“Hello?” Tatl answered the call. “Link are you alright? You never call this early,”
“Twilight’s been kidnapped,” he said, cutting to the point.
“Twilight, your son?” Tatl asked.
A series of loud, angry curses followed that. Time waited, letting her swear, eye on the wall as he stared off into the distance.
“Do you think this has anything to do with interest in the Emerald?” She asked once she stopped cursing.
“I pray not,” Time sighed. The weight of his past never felt heavier than now. “But we can’t rule it out,”
“No,” Tatl agreed. “Shit, Link. I’ll see what I can do about helping you out, and I’ll look more seriously into those inquiries about the Emerald. We’ll bring him home, Link,”
“I know,” Time nodded, though there was no conviction in his voice. “Thank you, Tatl, for everything,”
“Of course,” Tatl’s reassuring smile could be heard through her voice. “What are friends for?”
Time laughed, though it was tired, and shook his head. “What are friends for,”
They ended the call soon after.
Two hours later, Time was walking into the police station and making a report about Twilight going missing and the photo he received.
“Don’t worry, Link,” Captain Viscen promised, offering him some reassurance. “We’re all pretty fond of your boy, even with how much trouble he gets into. You can be assured we won’t rest until we find him, one way or another,”
“Thank you,” Time sighed, rubbing his face with one hand. “I appreciate that a lot,”
A few other officers offered him their condolences and promises to do what they could before he left.
The sages tracked the picture, and Twilight’s cell phone, to an apartment building downtown. Kokiri got the exact apartment number through a series of analytics involving the time the photo was taken, the position of the sun, something something. It was all way over Time’s head.
The apartment wouldn’t let them up to check it out, so Sheik put the sheikah training he got from his mother and aunt to good use and snuck in through one of the windows.
Twilight’s phone was left on the dresser, and when Sheik opened it there was a video left, likely for them to find.
Nothing was said, the whole thing muted, and it was hard to lip read with how swollen one side of Twilight’s lip had become.
He was shouting at someone off screen, and then there was a sharp cut to Twilight bent to the side, blood dripping from his mouth. Whoever hit him didn’t want to be seen.
It went black after that, white words that just said ‘YOU KNOW’ all that remained until the video stopped.
Sheik looked around the rest of the apartment, in every room in every nook. He tried everything he could think of but there were no hidden areas. In fact, outside of the small bloodstains in the study, it was like no one had been here at all.
Sheik left it as he found it, slipped out, and left an anonymous tip with the police before calling his brother.
“I have bad news,”
Time barely ate that night at supper, though no one else ate much either.
Sheik’s call had made him worried, and the video Captain Viscen showed him from his son’s phone had made him sick.
Yes, he was pretty sure he did know.
Kokiri promised to look into everything, from security cameras to the lease holder, for anything they could go off of. Captain Viscen swore he’d make this case a top priority. Nabooru even offered to reach out to some of the contacts she still had in the underworld for him.
They were doing everything they could. And Time knew that they’d never stop until Twilight was found and brought home.
Somehow he still didn’t think it would be enough.
Time never considered himself a religious man. He was pretty sure the goddesses had a weird, sick sense of humour considering his life thus far. He was pretty sure they’d never even looked his way before, nor did he ever expect them to be kind to him if they did.
But if there was ever a time he wanted to be wrong about anything, it was now.
So that night he sat awake on the edge of his bed, and he prayed.
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