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Rita is pulled back in for man killed in car

I am not a soulless man. This is what I fear people will not understand. After I sent Emmitt Gurley to his fate, I paid my penance in blood.

I could do this forever. Their hate ensures that.

I could feel my own shoulders, the itch of the wings beneath my coat. Every time I moved my shoulder blades shuddered beneath the cloth. As I guided Clayton into his next realm, the sky was preparing for me…but not yet.

Mr Bitsilly grabbed my hand again. Now I know that none of us can stop it. So you will learn to live w/it & use every tool in your reach to protect yourself. And never be afraid to pray—to protect yourself. Remember your ancestors are listening.

Shanice drives her to Tohatchi in snowstorm

I spent the next week in Mr Bitsilly’s hogan, listening to him sing for me.

Mrs Montano attacks Rita after Ms Santillanes’ funeral, loses consciousness.

I knew what Mr Bitsilly was saying was true. I was dying of a broken heart. The work had kept it at bay for years but your heart & mind can only take so much anguish in a lifetime. It can only answer questions for the dead for so long. What I also knew was that Mr B would never be able to stop it…you have to let go of grief…it will kill you. Your body will never be able to bring your soul back…it was up to me.

Rita meets Dr Cassler:

Did you have a patient die in your office, Dr C? I stared at the woman her cries becoming louder & gritty w/anger. A woman?
How do you know about that?
She must have slit her wrists. I can see her pulling at her wounds.
The woman was now wailing…
Dr C stood up from desk in stunned silence. Her eyes were wide open, anxious. She handed me a few tissues.
Does that mean I can get back to work?

The anguish of heaven was bestowed upon me while I slept. I was God at that moment with the ability to see the evil in men’s eyes & the goodness of men’s souls. I had been put here to sort tribute all to decide who was meant to stand in what line. Who would I save & who would I kill? I didn’t know but. But God would tell me soon enough.

None of them would fully understand why it was so important for me to finish this work — the incessant haunting that would linger if I didn’t follow through. It was so much more than a paycheck for me. But I had to agree w/them now. It had gotten away from me & there was absolutely nothing else that I had to lose. I had never in my life felt so sick w/grief.

Fr Benildus thought I was sent here to save ppl from the grasp of death, to extend their hours. Over time I’ve gone in both directions: saving those not ready for the warmth of heaven & taking from this earth the ones who could not endure one more moment…But the reality of death & neglect has brought me to a morbid realization-that I’ve been tasked w/killing those who’ve poisoned the rest of us w/their evil