"Fuck..." said a Filipino man, falling to his knees as he put his gun near his head, only to see Beatle sitting next to him.

"Why?"

"Well, well... If it isn't the St. King? What the fuck do you want?"

"I was fishing. Noticed a fine man such as yourself trying to blow his brains out. Came by. What's up?"

"Oh, please. Everyone knows and fears you, y'know? Everyone, even Aurora is fucking terrified of an ANIMAL like you."

Beatle sighs. "Faction?"

"I'm... I'm from the Mountains."

"Cordilleran, hm? Fun fact. I used to be uh... Cordilleran. Haha..."

"Oh, fuck off and your priveleged self. You're from Burnham City, right? Fucker... You're one of those rich folks there... I was from the terraces..."

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"Ah... Yes... You're probably one of the people who uh... had a not-so privileged lifestyle, right? And you hate me because everything's served to me in a silver pllatter, right?"

"I starved... for years... Why are you the Messiah. When I got access to YouTube... so many FUCKING years later... I found a YouTuber talking about... um... woke comedian hecklers, who heckled for their racist jokes... *cough, cough...* He spoke for us... Stood up for us... But then I realized... 'Hey... This MF isn't doing shit... except defending the same people who fucked us over... Day by day...' The 'Woke' heckler was just one of us. She was an idiot. Because she was one of us... She... She was my sister..." He began crying.

"I can tell she ain't with you anymore, hm?"

"She's dead. I ate her."

"I'm sorry. Do what you gotta do."

"That's it? You won't save me or anything?"

Beatle breathes in. "Born?"

"870 years ago."

"I'm 30 years older than you. You had the privilege of suffering the Philippines' fallout."

"Yeah. Fuck you for that. I was told it was your *cough!* fault."

"Oh, it is. But, I can't guarantee you'd go to Heaven if you die like this."

"Really? Says fucking who?" he whimpered.

"The Bible. Purgatory? Limbo? Maybe. But Heaven? Nuh-uh. In exchange for suffering, you just get more suffering."

"Fuck off. I don't want to believe anymore."

"If you wanna die. Die trying," said Beatle. "That at least gives Him the capability of respecting you... even for just a little bit..." said Beatle, standing up and walking away.

The man cries and puts the gun down, standing up, and walking away.