I don't know what to tell you, Guerin. Well, I guess I do. [ A deep breath. ] I know something about our future. Not anything alien-related or else I would have come to tell you about it much sooner. But I was trying to work through it on my own.
My father. He's dead. It happens about a year after Caulfield. According to the newspaper, he was a retired, injured veteran, so I don't know if that's a cover story or what the hell happens to him between Kyle putting him in a coma and the newspaper that showed up on Christmas. I can't imagine that my father would willingly retire.
So, I don't know. Maybe you can blackmail him into thinking you know more than you do. Or maybe it'll backfire and he'll think you know it all already and so won't say anything.
[ Michael was annoyed, but he stops, now. The pacing he's been doing stops. He holds the phone to his ear, and his eyes close, and he...
God, he hates himself for what he feels. For the relief in his gut. There's a twinge in his hand, a pain, a slight one. Jesse Manes is dead. ]
I'm sorry, Alex. [ And he is. Not for Jesse. He's glad Jesse's gone. But he's sorry for Alex, for the boy who loved a dad that never loved him back. ] I don't even know what to say.
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Date: 2021-01-20 12:56 am (UTC)My father. He's dead. It happens about a year after Caulfield. According to the newspaper, he was a retired, injured veteran, so I don't know if that's a cover story or what the hell happens to him between Kyle putting him in a coma and the newspaper that showed up on Christmas. I can't imagine that my father would willingly retire.
So, I don't know. Maybe you can blackmail him into thinking you know more than you do. Or maybe it'll backfire and he'll think you know it all already and so won't say anything.
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Date: 2021-01-28 12:35 pm (UTC)God, he hates himself for what he feels. For the relief in his gut. There's a twinge in his hand, a pain, a slight one. Jesse Manes is dead. ]
I'm sorry, Alex. [ And he is. Not for Jesse. He's glad Jesse's gone. But he's sorry for Alex, for the boy who loved a dad that never loved him back. ] I don't even know what to say.
How'd you find out the truth?