[ WP ] They said I would n't make it this far . I wish they had been right .

`` Just one more, matey. Just *one* more.'' 
 
 `` You're so close!'' 
 
 `` Just this one and then you're done! Come on, mate!'' 
 
 The golden nectar gently rocked in the glass as I rested my nose on the rim, partially because I wanted to smell the wooden aroma of the new Abbot Ale, but mainly to hold my heavy, intoxicated head. 
 
 `` I ca n't... I ca n't...'' 
 
 `` Here! No one thought you'd make it this far. But look at you! You're there! Just get it down you!'' 
 
 `` We'll send you home after this. Just this one. Prove yourself.'' 
 
 I wrapped my fingers around the glass. Each of my knuckles red, raw and sore, stinging as I gripped and lifted the drink to my mouth. 
 
 `` Go on, mate. Champion, you are. Champion.'' 
 
 `` You're a boss.'' 
 
 As the empty glass touched the table top, I felt my heart sink. I did n't think I would get this far. I wish it was Walter handing me a glass of water and a Resolve, too. His laugh instead of their chant. The residual of regret, shame and disgust was all that lingered on my tongue as I wiped his blood off my hand.
