So. I gave up trying to put them up in order... So there.
Godot smiled as the liquid flowed freely from his eyes. Tears... It had been along time since he cried, jail had kept him occupied. This was different though. Mia had visited him in a dream; her smiling image was burned into his mind as the tears still flowed. My tears... Tears of blood. He wiped them away with his sleeve, the liquid not appearing in the white stripes of his shirt. Why now? He had gotten old in that cell, and not once had Mia visited him, the only one to grace him with their presence was Maya. That girl... Godot thought back to his final case, the way Trite had figured everything out, how that girl thought he was protecting her, how he had cried. He smiled as the tears began to slow their descent, the guard pausing as he passed by the cell. Godot smiled again. One day I'll see you again Kitten, one day... But until then these tears will be my company,
these tears of blood.