heaven bird

The only place similar to heaven in the Garden of Eden may be the prayer room, where the regular benches are full of prisoners, and the crucified Jesus looks down at the crowd with compassion, as if he really treats the world equally.

God forgives sin.

The priest held the silver cross on his chest piously with both hands, and led the crowd to read: "May the love of the Father, the grace of Christ, and the gift of the Holy Spirit be with you. May the Father and Christ, give Your grace and peace."

"To Almighty God and all the faithful, I confess my faults in thought, word, and deed. My sin, my sin, my grievous sin. For this, I implore the ever-virgin Mary, the angels, the saints, pray for me the Lord our God."

"May Almighty God have mercy on us, forgive our sins, and grant us eternal life, Amen! (Note.)"

Michael followed silently in his heart: "Amen."

After the mass was over, the prisoners left the prayer room one after another, and suddenly Michael was the only one left on the benches in the first row. He silently looked up at the hanging cross.

Probably because the sitting position was obvious, the elderly priest noticed him, walked up to him and said kindly: "Son, is there anything you want to tell God?"

The green-eyed youth slowly turned his gaze back to the priest, "...Father, I confess to you, I am guilty."

"When was the last time you confessed?"

"Probably in, last lifetime..."

"What kind of crime?"

"...I did a lot of things for my deceased wife, which caused some results that should not have been the same."

"Is your purpose for justice?"

"I'm not sure, maybe not, I can come up with a lot of good-sounding reasons for justice, but none of them are real, maybe I just want them to atone for my wife."

"Only God has the right to judge justice, child, not you."

"I have committed many sins and I cannot turn back."

"You can. God is forgiving. He is willing to forgive all who pray sincerely. Let him forgive you."

"No, justice is up to God, and I choose to keep going."

"If you don't get it right, you'll lose your soul eventually."

Michael's eyes shifted from the priest to the huge cross hanging on the wall. The gorgeous glass window reflected the profile of Jesus, making his compassionate expression mysterious and unpredictable.

"Father!!" someone shouted.

The aged priest turned his head blankly, the cross representing God crashed down from the wall the moment he turned his head.

Then, a dead body tied behind a cross appeared in the eyes of everyone.

"Oh God! This is blasphemy..." The priest looked terrified, holding the cross on his chest nervously and muttering silently, a little at a loss, "God bless, what a sin this is .”

Michael looked at the corpse on the ground with sad eyes. He was very familiar with the pale face with corpse spots. He answered the priest's last words softly: "...Everyone has their own beliefs."

In the chaos, a rather sharp object pressed against Michael's back, as if it could pierce his spine any closer.

The voice of the gray-eyed boy was clear and clear, as if he was in a good mood for an outing. He saw Berg's stiff corpse in front of him and said, "Hello, Asa... no, it should be Michael Schofield. I like it. I'll give it to you." gift from you?"

"...Hello, Kevin Mir."

"Would you like to come with me?" Kevin asked briskly. "I've been waiting for you, and it feels so good not to have that idiot Bagwell around you."

"Ah, or do you want me to kill you here?" Kevin curled his lips, as if a little regretful.

Michael turned his back to him and slightly bent his mouth, fearlessly in his eyes: "You've been waiting for this moment when I'm alone and helpless, haven't you? How can I bear to let you down."

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T-bag frowned and opened his eyes, trying to turn over, but stretched out his hand but only reached the air, and fell off the bed with a bang.

"Uh--" T-bag sat on the ground and shook his head, he thought he could hear the sound of water sloshing in his head, his head was about to burst with pain, what the hell did Schofield inject him with, T-bag fumbled for the bedside table while tapping his head, and then found the needle tube he saw before falling asleep.

He turned the contents in his hands over and over several times, well, apart from knowing that Michael injected all the doses cleanly into him, he couldn't see anything.

T-bag threw the syringe on the bed casually, got up from the ground, and found that the sky was completely bright.

"Oh, I wish I hadn't slept for 100 years." T-bag murmured, he was absolutely sure that even if he slept for 1000 years, his green-eyed prince wouldn't wake him up with a kiss, and the whole country would probably celebrate Then ask a witch to curse him to sleep for thousands of years.

When he walked out of the door of the infirmary, T-bag was stabbed by the glare of the sun, and he felt like he had a splitting headache, but photosynthesis finally restored his sanity. Back to the age of 13, in this regard, he was really moved.

Now it's time for the wind, a few white people on the playground saw him coming out, and greeted him with laughter. I lost all interest in participating in their conversations.

Now all he wanted was to go back to his double room and get some sleep, oh sure, whether it was his charming roommate or the bunk.

T-bag thought happily, walked up to the second floor humming an out-of-tune song, and said in a strange voice before entering the door: "Oh, beauty, even if Bagwell takes advantage of others, you give T-bag That shot wasn't bad, so we're even now--"

He walked in the door, but to his surprise, Michael wasn't in the room, T-bag clicked his tongue, he was sure Michael wasn't in the playground, and his beauty wasn't that energetic running around- - Except when considering jailbreak plans.

T-bag was thinking about it, when suddenly something that seemed to be very incongruous with the whole room entered his line of sight, T-bag blinked his brown eyes to make sure that he saw it right.

--It was a sky-blue paper crane, stretching its cute short wings, and sitting obediently on the head of T-bag's bed.

T-bag felt that he could spell out every letter of the paper crane in his mind, but the combination made him a little overwhelmed, so he walked in some.

T-bag sat lightly on the edge of the bed, as if he was afraid of startling it, he swallowed involuntarily, and then said it in an almost pious and trembling way - if it was his past self, he would definitely laugh With a toothless attitude, he held it in the palm of his hand.

A little thing with a sharp beak and tiny wings that eats nightmares.

He hasn't received anything other than a prison sentence and a bullet since he was 16 - T-bag won't admit that he almost blushes in embarrassment because of it.

If it is said that Bagwell was still on the verge of hesitation before this, then from this moment his heart was completely imprisoned in the prison named "Michael Scofield". It is still life imprisonment, but the prisoner Bagwell raised his hands to the judge, expressing his willingness.

Oh, T-bag was a little distracted thinking, a paper crane for a heart, how talented he is to make people happy.

But his ecstasy only lasted a few seconds, and the thought that came into his mind immediately cooled down all the boiling blood in his body. The paper cranes given to Lincoln and Sarah by his beauty may represent hope and love , but even if T-bag has always been able to shamelessly mark two hundred points on the column of his relationship with Michael with his eyes closed, he actually understands that Michael will never give it a paper crane for such a reason.

So this paper crane can only represent one meaning.

...that is farewell.

Damn Michael, he should have figured out that that smart-headed guy has a reason for everything he did, and that shot was something he had planned in the first place, except for sleeping with himself as an accident, he had already thought about it everything.

What a wonderful, touching farewell to a hated man, and then resolutely perishing with the evil forces for his wife, perfectly like a touching and tragic novel.

"Tsk..." T-bag hardly knew whether he should be angry or jealous first, but he stared at the paper crane for a while, and still didn't rub the little thing off his hand, using a kind of anger that was full of him With a completely different attitude, he carefully put it in the pocket of his jacket, slammed the door and walked out.

He wouldn't allow that crafty little bastard to die where he couldn't see it.

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Note 1: This line was deleted from the mass etiquette.

Note 2: The dialogue between Michael and the priest has some similarities with the scene in the original play. In the play, the last sentence Michael said to the priest is "Everyone has their own beliefs.", I guess he is still firm. :)