[He can tell as it's coming that this is it, and closes his eyes to endure just one more hit. His thoughts are too scattered to assemble any complete prayer for the others, so he settles for just directing the feelings towards the rest of the town-- someone, somewhere, would have to take up his job again-- as he grits his teeth to ride out the last jolt of lighting.]
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[He would almost smile. Sorry, Sol.]