" Forgive me Father for I have sinned. I have lost my faith in Drama Queens."

" Ask and you shall receive."

" I need information Ed."

" Knowledge is power. Information is the wrong path my love."

" Do you know what happened? You have always someone stalking me so you should know what went wrong."

" They are after you and they are not going to take you back alive. You belong to them and they want their hardware back. You compromised and took over their systems. They have already killed everyone with implanted hardware, apart from Ofiss. You did that for them. He failed to recall your strawberry sorbet because of your glitch. So Clara you are right. You have sinned." Ed replied to Eden and sat on the sofa. 

" You have one of your people on the team, don't you?"

" Everyone needs a guardian angel from time to time, even you Eden."

" Was he the one who created the crow's hologram?"

" No. I need him. He wouldn't risk exposing himself."

" Does he know who did it?"

" No, he doesn't but their systems are back online. They removed the Troyan Horse and you are next on their list."

Eden was back on the floor, putting pressure on her feet. Some stitches were ruptured and she was wondering whether some more stitches would be a wise option. She stood up and headed to the bathroom, leaving blood footsteps  on the floor behind her.

" You can't go back and you can't move forward, at least for now, Eden."

" But I can always put some more stitches on this mess."

" Or you can just as well chew your pride, swallow it and ask for help."

" You are enjoying this, don't you, Father Francis?"

" No more than you enjoyed pining  my heart with your nail. I had told you to always aim between the eyes. That's the target. The rest is for cowards Clara."

" Do monks get couples' therapy?"

" We are not a couple."

" You should listen to yourself then."

" It's your fault. You taught me what's to be loved just to take it away."

" I survived so many hits just to die from your nagging. I didn't get the memo calling today a judgment day. Stop whimpering or shoot me, Father Asshole."

Eden had sat on the chair in the shower and was searching in her metal box once more. She took a syringe out, sniffed off some morphine from the vial and spiked it on her leg. Her breath slowed down. The pain started diminishing behind a vague cloud. The metal box fell on the floor. Her ring was thrown out of it. Two rings into one. One named Clara and the other one, Francis.

Ed bowed and picked it up from the floor. He starred at her. He should do nothing but close the door behind him and go back to his life, a life that didn't include her anymore.

He sat on the toilet instead, as he remembered his father, the Preacher of the Lost Souls, closing that exact door behind him and locking it, every time Ed refused to follow his footsteps. His father would be proud of him today, if he could see him. Nevertheless Ed strongly doubted the possibility of his corpse watching through some inches of concrete bellow the Promised Land. Ed had been a respectful son after all. He honored his father's last wish. Father Francis forgave and buried his sins along with his corpse shortly after killing him. "Forgive me father for I have sinned" was Ed's last words as he was stepping on his cigarette.

No one ever asked any questions about the Preacher of the Lost Souls. No one ever looked back. Neither did he.  He stared at Grumpy who was laying next to Eden, crying, trying to move her with his snout.