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I've finally watched the last two episodes of Prison Break. I am too overwhelmed, especially in the last episode, Killing Your Number. But something that happened in the Rate of Exchange made me anxious, almost driven to fear and paranoia. But the latter would be an exageration.

One of my questions was answered, but it was not enough to sustain my new questions. I don't want to talk about them. Tears are still welling around my eyes. Prison Break, from the first episode until the last one, is very overwhelming. I've been shedding tears from the pilot episode. I am not going to explain why. The reasons are mine to keep.

Not just what happened, what gathered them all in the end, make my tears keep on falling. There was also something that was left behind, something that I saw. I believe that is a stronger cause for having these tears.

"It's over." It's finally over.

I'd say I am content how Mr. Paul T. Scheuring ended Prison Break. It was poignant. Reminds me of my senior high school days, which would give the same verdict.

 

Music:
Blackmore's Night - Ghost of a Rose