Joshua Graham sat at his desk in his tent, he was praying, he couldn’t remember the last time he did that. Ever since becoming the Malpais Legate his faith had seemed to…die. He still believed in God of course but Joshua knew that with the terrible atrocities he committed he couldn’t have a relationship with his God again. He couldn’t.

Joshua should be relieved, he had just barely taken control of Hoover dam. Edward had even congratulated him—however he was soon reminded that he would only refer to him as Caesar.

Joshua sighed, pulling out his Bible that he is still carries around with him for some reason. He flips through the familiar ghostly thin pages reading those familiar words he memorized since childhood.

“My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest.” Joshua mumbled to himself, still desperately trying to find any comfort or guidance.

Soon his trance was broken as heard someone outside his tent.

“Yes? What is it? Come in.” He said hiding his scripture away under his desk.