[Road is gone entirely. The City is gone along with everything good in it. There's nothing but Justin, his mind, a cell, impending death, and a dead Richard.
Time passed without passing. Justin felt his thoughts eating him alive until he thought he was insane--until he thought there wouldn't be anything left for the grand state of California to execute. He tried to distract himself by thinking about the gas chamber. He knew how it worked. If he could repeat the mechanical details enough, maybe the rest of the thoughts would go away.
It never worked.
Justin registers a pain in his arm, but he can't remember what it's from. It's not the arm that was hurt in the fight. He latches onto the pain, concentrating on it until it swallows his other thoughts, but it doesn't work. There's only more pain. Mental and physical--it's impossible to tell them apart.
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Time passed without passing. Justin felt his thoughts eating him alive until he thought he was insane--until he thought there wouldn't be anything left for the grand state of California to execute. He tried to distract himself by thinking about the gas chamber. He knew how it worked. If he could repeat the mechanical details enough, maybe the rest of the thoughts would go away.
It never worked.
Justin registers a pain in his arm, but he can't remember what it's from. It's not the arm that was hurt in the fight. He latches onto the pain, concentrating on it until it swallows his other thoughts, but it doesn't work. There's only more pain. Mental and physical--it's impossible to tell them apart.
In the Underground, Justin is breaking.]