>>19395235>>19395236>>19395399>>19395400Carmody gives Sola's hand a squeeze and looks up with a resolute frown.
>"Pris. You know I'd step in front of a train for you. I just about did tonight. But Sola ain't wrong. Now it ain't your fault, and I'm sorry you feel bad about it, but it's true. That thing at the hospital? It really happened, I was there filming her video for her. I saw it. And I believe all the other stuff. Maybe one day Sapphire'll be laid to rest and this won't be a problem? Okay. But that's not today."Carmody gets up and touches Priscilla on the shoulder.
>"Now I'm sorry to impose upon you, not just because of being polite, but because I like you, and I hope you know that. But 'it does seem we'll be stuck here for a little while'? Nah. Wrong answer. You were just checking your cell phone, so get on the phone to that Edgar Fitzwilliam guy, I'm sure he's got a master key or some tools to bypass this door, and tell him that Sapphire's got you locked in your own infirmary. And if she blocks that message to your own butler, and won't let you out, and leaves you trapped in your own home? Then that's something like open fucking warfare against the one person who CAN give her remains a decent burial instead, say, of dumping 'em in the Spaghetti Town fuckin' landfill, wouldn't you say?" >"Let alone finding some voodoo priest or ghostbuster who can give her a one-way ticket to Hell the hard way. I know they're out there, and don't think I ain't been tempted myself.">"Or if that fails, a few rounds on that doorknob and lock with one of the oxygen tanks here would take it clean off."Carmody stands up and grips Priscilla firmly with both hands.
>"So Pris, please. Sola and I both probably got concussions, we're stressed out, we've had it the FUCK up to here with this ghost shit, and we're scared. Now, we like YOU, and we'll get a chance to make this right.">"But for now, get us the fuck outta this room or we make our own way out." 