[Thank God Santana's fighting slows-- literally, thank God. Anne couldn't hold her that long at her full strength. As her screaming turns to sobs, the hand on the back of her uniform releases, and wraps that arm around the girl too, not just holding her back, but holding her out of necessity for both of their despair. Behind Santana's own screams, then sobs, Anne's voice sings out-- but not to Santana. Not to Stephen. Not to any of them.]
God save him if he can be saved Free him if his soul's enslaved Clear the clouded refuge of his mind Quell his anger, calm his scorn Let his spirit be reborn Help him gather sight where he is blind--
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God save him if he can be saved
Free him if his soul's enslaved
Clear the clouded refuge of his mind
Quell his anger, calm his scorn
Let his spirit be reborn
Help him gather sight where he is blind--