FRIDAY EVENING - 8:30pm 12/19/86 The Beast

Riding in the back of this big tank of a truck is somehow peaceful. The steady thrum of the engine relaxing, the laughter from his friends adds a feeling of safety. But right now, Jason isn’t focused on that.

He’s studying the small golden strands of essence that just covers everything. There is something so... comforting about them.

He’s getting better at focusing on the small threads, but he’s far from perfected the skill. Twisting the ring on his finger as he drops his focus, letting the lines vanish from his sight for now, he whispers a small plea to some... one? Some thing? Some deity that he doesn’t follow? It’s hard to know.

“If things turn to shit, please give me the strength to keep my friends safe and whole.”

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