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[dangerous_dog]

Is there a priest?

[Bob Saginowski wonders into the feed for a moment, with a long, self-conscious pause. He waits, then he clarifies.]

I mean to a real faith, to something more than Hope or Fear. Is there any kind of a Christian, or a Catholic, or even a, a Rabbi or Imam?

Back home, there was mass every morning at eight am, where you could go, where you could hear something worth believing in.

I'll be-

[Well. He'll have to decide what he'll do, what he'll be, or whether anyone else is invited. But he won't be praying at these altars.]

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[baths]

I know. Can't really afford that luxury anymore.

[ it goes beyond veganism though... sam has different, or rather, more reasons for not wanting to eat meat now. ]

My friends and I, we were stuck up on a mountain before that door brought us here. Stuck up there with these — things, and they... ate people. So I'm still not really feeling meat.

[ she stops there because 1. she really doesn't want to elaborate much more than that and 2. she's sure he doesn't want her to elaborate. ]

[dangerous_dog]

The Wendigos?

[Bob guesses. He's heard. Just snatches from Chris on a harried run through the half dark, while limping, bleeding- but nonetheless.]

[baths]

How'd you know? [ she sounds a little relieved, actually. explaining what wendigos are still makes her feel like she's in some weird alternate reality. ]

[dangerous_dog]

Fought my way out of that bad building with Chris.

[He admits, with a little smile.]

Got the shape of it from him, heard he had some friends here.