[ His expression slants into disappointment. He drops Lazarus's hands. God steps away; he runs a damp hand over his face, scrubs it again through his hair; he blows out all the breath in his body, like a weary dog. For a moment again he is harried, human, alive. For a moment he genuinely looks like some guy having a difficult day, incongruous with the weight of fear and concrete all around them. His crown of fallout is still in his hair.
God says: ]
Alright. Yeah, alright.
[ Then Lazarus says Paul, and his expression sharpens into alarm. He turns back to the bunker door as though he can see through it to the dead and dying city beyond. ]
He's out there. [ This he says slowly, as though deciding it as he goes. ] He'll be alright. We'll go and find him. If he's with me, he'll be alright.
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God says: ]
Alright. Yeah, alright.
[ Then Lazarus says Paul, and his expression sharpens into alarm. He turns back to the bunker door as though he can see through it to the dead and dying city beyond. ]
He's out there. [ This he says slowly, as though deciding it as he goes. ] He'll be alright. We'll go and find him. If he's with me, he'll be alright.