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[Blake looks down at his hands. They ache, like the tired ache deep in his muscles, but it's not enough to make his head shut up.
This guy, he talks like God is a real thing. Something personal.]
You believe in that? God, and judgment?
[The words feel strange coming out of his mouth.]