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Location: Dryden<br/>
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</div>Sou's smile tightened as she felt another swell of emotion threaten to burst and she nodded, accompanying Kennedy out of the house. Once they were there it felt like she could fully breath again. She didn't realize it, but the cat had an odor that she had become nose blind to. She probably wouldn't eat it even if she was starving.<br/><br/>Everything that Kennedy said made sense. The girls really weren't her responsibility, and if she was to be honest (which would be rare) she really didn't want the burden of worrying about them. She wanted their adoration and control of what they did, and felt it was unfair that Mrs. Minsch had her own little fan club and she did not. But Sou didn't share these thoughts with him. Instead she said, "I think that's a good idea." She would let him help her. Certainly it made sense to; he was kind, good looking, had influence, and many of her best besties had been gay in the "Before."<br/><br/>Her eyes flickered up to meet Kennedy's. "Hale's Demon? That mean little man with the tattoos? He…he was some kind of Mexican, or Columbian, I'm not sure. Someone from down there. Bald, with mean little black beady eyes and a goatee, ink on his arms and neck. Just…preaching about how I deserved this, and acting like he couldn't hear me screaming as he carved up my skin." She made a soft, whining sound. "He's so damn<i>polite</i>while he's torturing you like it's nothing! I don't remember a lot of it. I faded in and out, but he just kept going and it felt like weeks."<br/><br/>She rubbed the outsides of her arms and looked at Kennedy. "He was a scary little leprechaun, is what he was. A South American leprechaun of pain. And Hale used him to do what he was too cowardly to do himself!" She spat angrily on the ground as if spitting on Hale himself. "Hale's little demon."<br/><br/>Then she calmed and her eyes unfocused. "But…he also showed me things that I know are from God. He was my wake up call, so maybe –" She sighed, then shook her head. "I don't know. I can't hate him for this," she looked down at her chest. "He was doing what Hale ordered, like when the angel destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah. They were doing what they were ordered too. He's a tool. We're all tools, in the end, aren't we?"