Their difference in faith is another one of the many things that sets them apart. Two teenage boys, both embarrassingly obsessed with hiphop with a handful of similarities and a world of differences between them. Dave never had room for religion in his life, he was never raised by Bro to believe in anything but the inevitable fight that he'd been partaking in since he was thirteen. Now that he's older, it's less because of a lack of faith and more a struggle to apply it to his life in any meaningful way. How are you meant to believe in God when you are a God? How are you meant to believe in Gods at all when you're as close as you get to being one back home?

He doesn't think much of the fact that the puppet, now known as Lucy, could be a nun for a particular reason other than it being gimmicky. Thus far she's proving to be a hell of a lot more comforting than any of the puppets Dave ever met, so maybe he misjudged puppets on the whole due to some bad experiences. Maybe he could say that about a lot of things. His mind is going around in circles as it spirals toward the train, everything is getting colder and he shudders as it nips at his fingers and toes. It's something like those moments between falling asleep and rousing yourself over and over, but the periods of what feels like sleep are getting longer. He squeezes his eyes shut entirely when a new wave of pain washes over him, not watching Punchy when he braces.

He doesn't see the fist coming at him, but he could swear there was a moment of relief before there was nothing. The skinny fingers wound around the puppet eventually release and go limp with the rest of him, he's now just an empty corpse devoid of any sarcasm or irony. Maybe next time he won't fuck it up.