… he’s doubted his efficacy as a preacher for a long time. In Korea, but especially after. It’s hard to imagine what good it’s done in that damned ship or that Village, especially for things to end up the way they did, and he’s—the last many years of mass and sermons were held in Vickie’s mockery of a home and strangled by Two’s imagined morality enforced by injury and death. He’d done his best to toe the line as close as he could, but what… what good was it? Did anyone actually care? It wasn’t bad that hardly anyone ever showed up, if another passenger wasn’t of or fallen from a different faith they were a delightful miscreant, but—
…
He thinks of Darcy in the dark, asking for a hug.
“I’m not sure I have much of a flock here to preach to,” he laughs lightly. “I’m certainly not giving up on being a priest, but delivering sermons to a pew isn’t much of a job.”
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… he’s doubted his efficacy as a preacher for a long time. In Korea, but especially after. It’s hard to imagine what good it’s done in that damned ship or that Village, especially for things to end up the way they did, and he’s—the last many years of mass and sermons were held in Vickie’s mockery of a home and strangled by Two’s imagined morality enforced by injury and death. He’d done his best to toe the line as close as he could, but what… what good was it? Did anyone actually care? It wasn’t bad that hardly anyone ever showed up, if another passenger wasn’t of or fallen from a different faith they were a delightful miscreant, but—
…
He thinks of Darcy in the dark, asking for a hug.
“I’m not sure I have much of a flock here to preach to,” he laughs lightly. “I’m certainly not giving up on being a priest, but delivering sermons to a pew isn’t much of a job.”