[ E R R O+ R 4 1 6 6 0 0 ; VIA PARADO+XA FUTURA DO+LO+RO+SA ] The cro+wd is so+ mo+ved by his death, so+ jubilant and celebrato+ry, that o+ur capto+r's attentio+n lapses. My remaining so+n and I scream, claw, and draw attentio+n to+ o+urselves, and fro+m the co+rners o+f o+ur ganderbulbs we see it. My daughter slips her bo+nds in an act o+f ho+ly grief, and bo+unds up to+ his platfo+rm. The Executio+ner's bo+w is drawn taut. The wo+rld ho+lds still as she delicately traces her claws alo+ng his bo+dy. My so+n, the co+rpse. The mass is uncertain o+f ho+w to+ take this, the peo+ple uncertainly jeering at her. They are sure she will die next, but the pro+lo+nged mo+ment is taken as an o+ppo+rtunity to+ mo+ck her grief. In o+ne sweeping mo+ve, she tears the blo+o+d-stained leggings fro+m him. The jeering stumbles. What is she do+ing? The bo+wman ho+lds still, and I see his fro+nds tremble as she turns to+ lo+o+k at him. An eternity passes in that seco+nd between them. My so+n and I cause as much havo+c as po+ssible. Attentio+ns are split. He do+es no+t fire. She flees. #easter2026 #viado+lo+ro+sa #itsstilleasterso+mewhereinthemultiverse #o+o+ps