Oh, what a self-engineered cruelty it is, that Radar promises not to lie to him anymore—and him, the priest, cannot bring himself to tell him or Hawkeye about the Village. Neither of them need that weight or worry, and to be honest… even if he wanted to, he’s not sure he could. There are no words for such a long and tangled nightmare. When he imagines himself trying to explain, he is only mute.

“I am not on that boat anymore, Radar. It’s all over. And I’m not so alone as I once was.” Mulcahy reaches out and plants a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry too much for me. I’m far happier now.”

Another breath to steady himself. “Of course, I would rather you not lie at all, but that’s a rather impossible ask for you lot,” he chuckles. “If you must, I appreciate being made an exception. I’m very good at keeping secrets myself…! The right ones, at least.” A sly little grin.