The roads bumped methodically as Faith sat in the passenger seat, quaking slightly whenever she felt the Deputy's steely yet caring gaze settle upon her. She wasn't sure how she'd managed to make the Deputy, a powerful force to be reckoned with who has been terrorizing and driving the cult out of Hope County since her and her fellow officer's arrival, take a chance on her wayward soul and spare her.

Still, she wasn't attempting to speak ill of this woman's choice; her life was solely in the Deputy's hands now.

She let the bumps and imperfections of the road carry her off into the deep recesses of her mind, the place where all of her darkest thoughts and motivations bake into her mind in a desperate move to validate the Father's twisted agenda.

"It's not my fault. None of this was my fault! You think I wanted this? He plied me with drugs, he threatened me! I was 17! I was just a child!"

She remembered screaming with all the primal ire and consternation she could muster at that moment as she attacked the Deputy. Her cool façade cracked as the fear snuck into her veins and clouded her thoughts, sending her into a dysfunctional tango as she was swept away by death, only to return to the comforting oasis of life's tender arms--

The car's radio snapped her out of her trance. The speakers blasted "Help Me Faith", one of the cult's many propaganda songs that they played throughout the whole county. She hated this song; it used her past of taking to needles to make people walk the path and embrace the Father.

"Off," Faith mutters, her fingers moving to lightly trace along the Deputy's arm as she looks at her pleadingly. The Deputy tenses. She understands why; she usually only touched people in order to drive them into the Bliss further. But, she wasn't going to do that to her Deputy.

"Please," She pleads, "turn it off."