human
I'm here, Ru. We must go down--could be trapped. Reuben mumbled something.
gpt
What?
human
Ben, I must----
gpt
God damn it, don't be looking for the pot, use the floor, if they burn us who's to care? Ben called again to his father, but his voice was swallowed by a bang. Not his father's gun--Jesse Plum's musket, a piece of trash the old man had picked up at third or fourth hand, likely to shoot anywhere but forward.
human
Come on, Ru!
gpt
I'm sorry.
human
Your coat. Here--I'll button it for you.
gpt
Ben, I didn't pray tonight, nor I didn't forget neither.
human
What? Oh, put on your coat!
gpt
I didn't pray.
human
Ru, you deceive yourself.
gpt
Mr. Williams saith that without prayer----
human
Ru, be still!