[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color] St. Etheldreda Cathedral.
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Gerard was brought below to a cold, dark lit room which looked like the church's catacombs, and lay the body on the marble the bishop motioned to him. He sat by the edge of the marble, wiping the sweat with his sleeves. The room was cold and desolate, like death itself, he wondered. The idea of death sounded so lonely, he couldnt imagine how an eternity of nothingness or blackness would be like. That is, since the soulless happened, he now doubts. Though thoughtless it may sound, knowing that somehow gave him a pinch of hope. For his late brothers, that part of them might still be lingering in this world, alone, lost. He wanted to know if they had forgiven him. If Marianne had forgiven him. 

His pondering was cut off by the clergyman's inquiry regarding the woman as he lit the candles, faintly illuminating the room. [color=a2d39c]"Well,"[/color] Gerard started off [color=a2d39c]" I was working, at the garden when there was a distressed cry coming from the park. Hyde Park,"[/color] he said, adjusting the roll of his sleeve. [color=a2d39c]"I didnt actually saw the whole happening, but we wen't to find out as soon as we did. It was until then we saw the body lying in the middle of the park. All life drained off of her. There was a Cargast drifting off the scene not far from us. "[/color]