Point of View: Roman, Third Person
Timeline: August 4th, 2019, approximately 5:34 a.m.

Logan sighed in frustration.  "Honestly, Roman, I don't understand what you don't get."

"This is a lot to take in!" Roman protested, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.  He glared at Logan, who was standing next to the bottom of the staircase.  Roman himself was pacing in front of the television.

"We are Catholic - "

"We've already been over this - "

" - which means we follow the moral code that is the ten commandments," Logan continued as if Roman hadn't said anything.  "'Thou shall not kill' is one of those said commandments.  That commandment is not only limited making sure you don't kill others, it includes not killing yourself as well.  And that is why we are still here," Logan glared at Roman.

Roman frowned and stopped pacing at the subtle jab.  "Okay, okay, I get it. I shouldn't have done it, etc., etc..  But you aren't that much better than me," Roman reminded.  "You're all talk but don't forget that you're here too."

Logan pursed his lips, not commenting on Roman's remark.

"Okay fine, touchy subject," Roman rolled his eyes, continuing to pace in front of the television once again.  "But if we're not going to talk about what got us here when what exactly are we saving Virgil from?  Why would someone even need two guardian angels?"

"Oh no, that is a false deduction," Logan adjusted his glasses.  "Virgil doesn't have two guardian angels.  You are Virgil's guardian angel.  Saving him is your job, not mine."

Roman frowned.  "Then what are you doing here?"

Logan sighed.  "You are Virgil's guardian angel and I... I am Patton's."

"What?" Roman was absolutely dumbfounded.  "But - But Patton would never need to be saved? He's - he's Patton!  Out of all of us - "

"Please Roman," Logan moved and sat on the couch, looking as distressed as Roman has ever seen him.  "Regardless of our situation, I am here to save him, which means at some point, he will need me.  And I - " Logan suddenly went quiet.

"... And?" Roman encouraged.

Logan dropped his head, avoiding eye contact.  "And I'd rather not think of the implications of our presence here."

Roman joined him on the couch.  "I don't want to think about it either.  I mean... what if we can't?"

"Failure is not an option, Roman," Logan adjusted his glasses.  "They need us.  And we will simply have to have faith that it will be enough."

Roman laughed.  "You, a man of science, talking about faith?" He countered, moving to go sit on the other side of the couch.

"I think our situation is more than enough proof," Logan waved a dismissive hand.  "Now, a few more things to keep in mind before they wake up - "

Roman interrupted Logan with a gasp.  "Virgil!" Roman cheered, jumping up and grinning widely as his soulmate tiredly stumbled down the stairs.  "Oh, how wonderful!"

Virgil yawned and rubbed his eyes tiredly.   The dark circles under his eyes were surprisingly light, perhaps that was thanks to Patton getting Virgil on an almost normal sleeping schedule.  He was just wearing his hoodie - partly unzipped - and a pair of plaid, flannel, purple pajama pants.

Logan winced.  "Roman - "

"Oh goodness, how wonderful it is to see you!" Roman continued, ignoring Logan and bouncing in excitement.  "I - "

"Roman!" Logan grabbed my wrist causing my train of thought to suddenly halt.  "Roman, he can't hear you."

"I - what...?" Roman trailed off as his heart sunk as he suddenly remembered what he did, that he was dead, that he wasn't even on Virgil's plane of existence anymore.  It would be years before he ever talked to Virgil again, if he ever did.  "Oh, oh I'm so stupid," Roman whispered as Virgil passed right by him.  "What have I done?"

Logan winced in sympathy, knowing exactly what Roman was going through.  "Come on," Logan murmured, guiding Roman back to couch.  "Just sit down for a moment."

Roman sat down without a word, a terribly distraught expression written over his face.  "Oh, I'm so stupid," Roman repeated, the shock just setting in.  "Oh, what have I done?" Roman murmured helplessly before dropping his head into his hands.
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