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The only person you know who can do it is very sleepy; maybe you’ll have to improvise, or — better yet — channel her presence like she’s some kind of religious figure. You’ll do the latter, you’re feeling lazy and hopeful.
“Dylan. Listen to what the damn kid is saying.” Mama Bodil shows up! Your prayers have been answered! Maybe the true religion isn’t the multiple gods (that you know for a fact actually exist) with their temples, but wishing for one random muscly woman to fix all your mundane problems.
“B-Boss, yes, boss!” Dylan salutes like he’s in the military. “But that means… I failed to do a morally dubious thing for the right reasons because of him!”
“The hell do you mean killing a child is morally ambiguous?! Sort out yourself before my fists do. No kid dying is worth any cost.” Mama Bodil gets annoyed. The rest of the crew laughs at the situation. “You’re better than that dumbass plan.”
“I didn’t wanna do it, man… I knew I had to say somethin’, but this fat kid that was with us did — and *bam, bam, bam*… dead in an alley, Kaz gunned him down like a dirty dog. I was fuckin’ scared… I was too deep in, man… I should’ve listened to him. I should’ve run. I was too much of a pussy to even do that. I’m so fuckin’ sorry...” Dylan holds his head as he breaks into tears.
“Got myself locked up at the worst time, huh? We’ll right this wrong, Dylan.” Mama Bodil feels responsible as well. “Kids cleaning our messes, that’s never right. We gotta make up for it. Sorry, kid, for all the trouble me and my boys caused.”
“As long as we work together to do what we can to help, we’ll always be good.” You give a regular non-reality-bending thumbs up. “As for Quye, guys, Dempsey's also got a grudge with him. Maybe you all can work together.”
“We’ll fix it!” Don’t fuckin’ sweat it!!!” Dylan promises with his soul in hand!
“It’s a thing then.” Gregory chuckles.
“Come here one second, kid.” Mama Bodil calls you over away from the group. “I was sent by the girl on crutches, she says she needs ya around to talk to me for whatever reason — so whenever you’re free, be adorable and show up for Mama, okay?”
“I will. Sorry, I’m trying to check on everyone first.” You apologetically say.
“No pressure, boy. I’m tired still. Any extra time to wake up helps my ass out.” Mama Bodil yawns. “Now go. I’ll keep the flame on with these guys in the meantime.”
“Alright, see you in a bit.” You wink. Mama Bodil winks back. That’s teamwork right there.
While there are no groups left, there are still prisoners roaming around who you haven’t talked with. Instead of doing it one by one, you bring them together to one table. Who doesn’t love a random group of people collaborating together? You’ve done it plenty of times!
