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They were in the infirmary when Jergens had told Malware and Irene of the change in plans, and their immediate reaction was anger. “Boy…” Irene said, “Yer gonna die, ya know that, don’t ya?” her voice was unfeeling, not a twinge of sadness was in it. Jergens nodded. Malware stepped forward. “The Master is right, as ashamed as I am to admit it, he would only slow us… And I would rather be killed than abandon him here.” He looked to Jergens, his pictogram radiating a gentle golden glow. Irene looked from face to face, her eyes hard set. “Ma’am…” Faith said, his voice nothing more than a whisper, “You can still leave… I’m sorry… I’m sorry you had to get involved…” he shivered. Jergens lightly brushed back his hair. “Oh, don’t give me any of that crap boy! I ain’t leavin’. How can I? Everyone knew I was a queer sympathizer to begin with. How do I know they ain’t gonna try and take me down too? Besides, I’m old boy. I was gonna go down anyway. Why not do it with a bang?” she cackled, as if finding it to be a great game. Bartleby suddenly stiffened, his body growing rigid. “Faith?! Faith, what’s wrong?!” Jergens lightly tapped his cheek, panicking. Faith’s eyes were wide, almost unfocused as his lips moved, the smallest hush of a sound escaping him.
“Nippers…”
With Jergens cradling him in his arms, Faith began to cry.
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16:30 – Seven Hours and Thirty Minutes Left
Of course Nippers herself would never understand what was to come that night; Jergens had to try to explain it though. But how do you explain death to a simple woman such as this? He tried to sugarcoat it, to make it more bearable.
“Now, Nip. Do you know what happened to Credit a little while ago?” he was grinning at her as they stood outside the infirmary door, or at least trying to grin. She swayed back and forth, putting a finger to her lip.
