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~*~ Please note that none of these views directly reflect my opinions of God, religion, Truth or the like, and none of this is meant to offend/question/discriminate anyone~*~

Here we go- one more left to write. You might be wondering (actually you probably don't care but let's just say you're wondering) why I haven't done Trip yet, since he is my favorite character and all. Well, that's the answer- he's my favorite character. I relate to him the most (we even have the same nickname) and since I'm currently trying to puzzle together what I believe in, it's rather hard for me to think of what he believes in. But he is my favorite character; there's no way I'm leaving him out. No more putting it off. It's time to write Trip's.

God is something that confuses me. I went to church as a kid. I read the Bible with my folks. I prayed every night.

'Please, God,' I'd say, 'Keep me safe. Keep Mama and Daddy and Poppop and Grams and Papy safe. Keep Lisa and Mikie and Lizzie safe, and, oh yeah, keep Bruno and Chaser safe too. Help Mikie's leg get better, and I'm real sorry for making him climb that tree. And please, I studied real hard so please let me pass my math test. Amen.'

I prayed every night. Every night, from the time I knew how to the day my Grams died. Then I stopped.

Stupid, some say. Why would you stop praying, right when you need God the most? I told them God didn't listen, and Mama told me to hush up or you'll scare Lizzie.

Lizzie.

Damn. She's gone. She's gone, my baby sister Lizzie. I'm sorry I put that snake in your dollhouse. I'm sorry I dyed Dolly's hair blue. I'm sorry I never told you just how much I loved you but, see, there's no words for that.

She always wanted me to pray with her. 'Charlie,' she'd say, 'Charlie pwease?' She didn't understand; she was only seven. But she asked every night, so eventually I just told her I couldn't, okay! and she went off crying.

I'm so sorry.

I haven't prayed since March 29, 2132. It's not that I stopped believing in God. I just stopped believing that He really has my back.

Silly, I guess. I'm not mad about Grams anymore. I see now that she was in pain; I see now it was her time. But damnit, it wasn't Lizzie's!

I stopped being mad when I was 16, maybe. Sometime around there. But I never started praying again. I just couldn't get the knack of it. Something about the assurance I had when I was little- the comfort, the absolute, total belief that God cared and was listening- was gone.

It is stupid, I guess. I believe there's a God and I always have. I believe there's a Heaven because Lizzie doesn't… I mean, no one deserves to just die. To just stop existing. So why am I so scared to…

Scared. Lord, that's it- I'm scared to pray. Why? Maybe… maybe I'm scared that nothing will come of it. That shit will happen anyway. But it can't hurt, can it?

What am I so scared of?

Lord… my Lord…

My Lord… I'm sorry. For everything. Keep me safe. Keep me around a little bit more- I've got so much I need to do. Protect Mom and Dad and Papy. Protect Mike and Lisa and Ethan, and Bruno The Third. Let 'em all know I love 'em, and when this mission's done, I'll be back with 'em as soon as I can.

Help us find these bas- these Xindi. Help me, God, to do what's right and not just kill every one I see. That's not what Lizzie would have wanted.

Lizzie. Lord.

God, let her know I love her. I love her so much and I miss her every second of every hour of every day- every day since she died. It hurts so bad- let her know her brother Charlie misses her somethin' fierce. Let her know that I'll see her again too- it won't be that long.

Tell her I love her. Tell her I told you. Tell her I… I prayed and said so. Tell her… I love her and I'm so lost… and I miss her so much, but…but tell her it's not that bad.

Tell her I'm scared, but I… I still believe in you, Lord. Tell her I'm getting better. Tell her I'm gettin' there.

What. The. Hell. Was. That! I didn't mean it to be so morbid… nor so, er, pray-like. Mm. Can't say I'm not pleased with how it turned out, it's just not what I expected.

::shakes herself:: anyway, there you have it- God from seven different POV's. Didja like 'em? Which was your favorite? Drop me a review, just hit that little button down there! Peace.