Like a ship on the ocean

[soaringeverhigher]

[After Game 6]

After the angel incident — after his last message to Palmer — Shawn goes silent for several nights. He'll answer texts, if someone sends them to him... eventually.

One night, Danielle will come across Shawn's '69 Ford Boss, parked in a mostly-empty lot some way off the Strip.

Decades back, Shawn rigged up The Boss' backseat so he could flip it open and spend the day in there. Mobile haven, a place to rest on the road when a motel was even less convenient than usual. More comfortable than conking out on a bathroom floor, in any case.

Shawn isn't anywhere to be seen in or around the car, but that doesn't mean he's not inside.

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[soaringeverhigher]

"God made angels to do His job for 'im, same as anyone." And therein lay the source of all his stress and angst over the past week. This was the Word of God. Clearest order any of them had ever been given. And Shawn knew more specific orders would be coming for him, soon enough.

He went on, responding more to his own thoughts than anything she'd said: "I mean, it's damned if you do, damned if you don't. Literally. Kill the angel or don't kill the angel. This whole thing's still a shitshow, supposedly brought to you by the Almighty."

[beyondthisillusion]

"Well," she mused. "I think the keyword there is supposedly." Her memory of scripture wasn't exactly as up to snuff as Shawn's, but still... "Isn't there something about how the devil can speak just as sweetly or...something like that?"

Dad would know.

The thought sort of struck her out of nowhere. And it was strange and unexpected and bizarre. It left Danielle unsure how to feel for a second.

It was hard to reconcile the fact that he was gone. Despite all of her anger and determination to...

"Or what if Father Christopher's right? What if this is all some kind of test? God telling Abraham to sacrifice his son..."