Ash and I are going to her house, to see if we can find evidence of a break-in. She didn't just walk herself to the pyre. Someone had to have taken her. And — [ his voice breaks. ] I hope to God they killed her before they set her on fire.
[ not greer. it's all he latches onto until his mind can parse through the evidence set brings forward. strong. the perversion of faith. the garrote. hawk, as silver-tongued of a politician as he is, moving his way through the accusations with ease. ]
Is there any other evidence? Because it could still be someone else. It could be me, Set. I go to Mass with Ash all the time. I'm military. Why are you so sure that Hawk killed Castiel that you'd come forward with all this?
[ a sick dread uncurls in his gut. there's no evidence he killed greer. but if it was to come out — what would ash do? his rigid beliefs in ash's goodness tell him they would put hawk's name forward and let the commune decide. but for greer? embry would wrap his hands around hawk's neck and wouldn't let go. ]
I care about Hawk. [ quiet. ] I don't want to hurt him. And this is... he wouldn't forgive me for this.
It could not be you, Embry. You have a role, and the two are incompatible. Get that out of your head, before you do more harm to Greer's future than good.
[ Set has never been kind, nor overtly sweet. He speaks briskly, seizes people with strong hands and holds no opinion back, no matter how cruel it is.
What evidence does he have? Other than watching Hawk's slow descent into absolute insanity — the decay of his mind, the urgency in which he slips in and out of conversations, throwing accusations. They are all evidence of someone unstable, but not a wolf. Not a killer. All the same, everyone without a verified role must be considered, and Hawk — Diamond, strong, normal — is his pick. If it's not him, some part of Set prays this drives him mad. Pushes him into that abyss of savage insanity, so that he may reap the consequences and results; after all, he is a god that drives men to madness, and is thought to revel in what becomes of them. ]
Name me as his second kill, then. My head was taken from my body cleanly, after I was strangled. My eyes were removed with obvious skill, it was said. Castiel and I are both strong, able-bodied men that were subdued by him and for him and we both relate to his loss of faith — Castiel as a mockery of a man who died for sins that Hawk still sees ingrained in the world, and me, a god. I am still trying to remember the details of my death, but — for now, I imagine a veteran and Butcher would have the skill to do that to me. His third... find the one you would perform with your own skills and mortal strength. You two are comparable, as veterans and wounded hearts.
[ He does not tell Embry he cannot guarantee that information; that he is pulling it out of his ass, to make something fit so it makes better sense to Embry. That even now, he is twisting within himself to transform a suspicion that may hold no water into a conviction he needs to see carried through. Something dark burns inside of him, and he has to walk himself back from the urgent need to punish a man who lost his faith. To get back at the men who hurt him, because of their own loss. ]
It is yours to decide what to do with. Pursue it or not. But, it was a strong Diamond who is attributed to Castiel, above all elsd. If he is a wolf and he is not captured... what do you think the outcome will be for his mind, at the end?
Then it's Tim. [ sorry tim. ] He's strong, he's military, and a crucifixion style kill would make more sense for someone in the front pew every Sunday.
[ because tim would forgive him. tim would want to be brought to justice if he was compelled to kill at night. tim would understand. his mind races forward for connections to skew this in his favor, for a slant that exonerates hawkins fuller, a man he trusts despite everything, a man who cares so much for him that he'd kill for him.
there is no loss of faith. hawk is as heathen as they come, unrepentant for who he is despite a generation of people telling him he was wrong. ash was the one who confessed to losing his faith after danny bled him out in the church, his well-loved bible going untouched for months, his prayers withheld from a god who wasn't there when he needed him the most. there's too much doubt, too many holes he intends to exploit when it comes to clearing hawk's name, except —
except for when set says that one word. diamond. his eyes travel up set's face, searching for deceit. hoping for a lie. ]
If it was August — [ the only other one it could be, when he goes down the list of diamonds. ] He'd have been beheaded his first night in the cage.
[ he doesn't know it for sure. but it seems damn likely, considering the pattern.
what do you think the outcome will be for his mind? ]
If it's a Diamond, then it's him. [ did he kill greer, too? ] It's Hawk. He's a wolf and he doesn't know it.
Hah! How I wish it were Timothy Laughlin! How I wish, I would love to grind his smug little face into the knowledge! I could have said him, you know — I could have easily tied this information up in a bow, withheld that we confirmed it to be a Diamond — and done away with him!
[ It's Set's turn to grow shrill, his voice snapping on the complicated loathing-respect that he holds for the aforementioned Tim; he'd prefer to name that man, who craves to be martyred and cannot protect or care for a temple of worship for the life of him.
If not a loss of faith, then a loathing of it. Set had seen Hawk's memories in the gallery. He'd seen the systematic hardening of his heart — the way he had looked upon institutions wealthy with perversion and hypocrisy, fine tuning their control and ability to carry on with their own desires while punishing others for the same. ( So many words, so much history — lavender scares and "don't ask, don't tell". ) ( Timothy telling him that his marriage to Shanks was invalid, because it would never be blessed by god. ) ]
I think we can conclude that Shauna's beheading, rather than August's, might just mean the wrong Diamond wolf went to the cage.
[ He sombers, the fullness of his mouth pursed and pouting. Hesitation and then: ]
— tell him I made you accuse him. Tell him... I wanted to hurt you, for not choosing me. For being delusional, thinking you would choose me over Ash or that I have something on you, to force you to voice my suspicions. I have a reputation. Might as well use it.
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[ not greer. it's all he latches onto until his mind can parse through the evidence set brings forward. strong. the perversion of faith. the garrote. hawk, as silver-tongued of a politician as he is, moving his way through the accusations with ease. ]
Is there any other evidence? Because it could still be someone else. It could be me, Set. I go to Mass with Ash all the time. I'm military. Why are you so sure that Hawk killed Castiel that you'd come forward with all this?
[ a sick dread uncurls in his gut. there's no evidence he killed greer. but if it was to come out — what would ash do? his rigid beliefs in ash's goodness tell him they would put hawk's name forward and let the commune decide. but for greer? embry would wrap his hands around hawk's neck and wouldn't let go. ]
I care about Hawk. [ quiet. ] I don't want to hurt him. And this is... he wouldn't forgive me for this.
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[ Set has never been kind, nor overtly sweet. He speaks briskly, seizes people with strong hands and holds no opinion back, no matter how cruel it is.
What evidence does he have? Other than watching Hawk's slow descent into absolute insanity — the decay of his mind, the urgency in which he slips in and out of conversations, throwing accusations. They are all evidence of someone unstable, but not a wolf. Not a killer. All the same, everyone without a verified role must be considered, and Hawk — Diamond, strong, normal — is his pick. If it's not him, some part of Set prays this drives him mad. Pushes him into that abyss of savage insanity, so that he may reap the consequences and results; after all, he is a god that drives men to madness, and is thought to revel in what becomes of them. ]
Name me as his second kill, then. My head was taken from my body cleanly, after I was strangled. My eyes were removed with obvious skill, it was said. Castiel and I are both strong, able-bodied men that were subdued by him and for him and we both relate to his loss of faith — Castiel as a mockery of a man who died for sins that Hawk still sees ingrained in the world, and me, a god. I am still trying to remember the details of my death, but — for now, I imagine a veteran and Butcher would have the skill to do that to me. His third... find the one you would perform with your own skills and mortal strength. You two are comparable, as veterans and wounded hearts.
[ He does not tell Embry he cannot guarantee that information; that he is pulling it out of his ass, to make something fit so it makes better sense to Embry. That even now, he is twisting within himself to transform a suspicion that may hold no water into a conviction he needs to see carried through. Something dark burns inside of him, and he has to walk himself back from the urgent need to punish a man who lost his faith. To get back at the men who hurt him, because of their own loss. ]
It is yours to decide what to do with. Pursue it or not. But, it was a strong Diamond who is attributed to Castiel, above all elsd. If he is a wolf and he is not captured... what do you think the outcome will be for his mind, at the end?
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[ because tim would forgive him. tim would want to be brought to justice if he was compelled to kill at night. tim would understand. his mind races forward for connections to skew this in his favor, for a slant that exonerates hawkins fuller, a man he trusts despite everything, a man who cares so much for him that he'd kill for him.
there is no loss of faith. hawk is as heathen as they come, unrepentant for who he is despite a generation of people telling him he was wrong. ash was the one who confessed to losing his faith after danny bled him out in the church, his well-loved bible going untouched for months, his prayers withheld from a god who wasn't there when he needed him the most. there's too much doubt, too many holes he intends to exploit when it comes to clearing hawk's name, except —
except for when set says that one word. diamond. his eyes travel up set's face, searching for deceit. hoping for a lie. ]
If it was August — [ the only other one it could be, when he goes down the list of diamonds. ] He'd have been beheaded his first night in the cage.
[ he doesn't know it for sure. but it seems damn likely, considering the pattern.
what do you think the outcome will be for his mind? ]
If it's a Diamond, then it's him. [ did he kill greer, too? ] It's Hawk. He's a wolf and he doesn't know it.
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[ It's Set's turn to grow shrill, his voice snapping on the complicated loathing-respect that he holds for the aforementioned Tim; he'd prefer to name that man, who craves to be martyred and cannot protect or care for a temple of worship for the life of him.
If not a loss of faith, then a loathing of it. Set had seen Hawk's memories in the gallery. He'd seen the systematic hardening of his heart — the way he had looked upon institutions wealthy with perversion and hypocrisy, fine tuning their control and ability to carry on with their own desires while punishing others for the same. ( So many words, so much history — lavender scares and "don't ask, don't tell". ) ( Timothy telling him that his marriage to Shanks was invalid, because it would never be blessed by god. ) ]
I think we can conclude that Shauna's beheading, rather than August's, might just mean the wrong Diamond wolf went to the cage.
[ He sombers, the fullness of his mouth pursed and pouting. Hesitation and then: ]
— tell him I made you accuse him. Tell him... I wanted to hurt you, for not choosing me. For being delusional, thinking you would choose me over Ash or that I have something on you, to force you to voice my suspicions. I have a reputation. Might as well use it.
Or... or I can say it.