"An angel without faith. Poor bastard." But he isn't really serious. "Except an angel without faith wouldn't believe in people so much, and we need it."
Fell is wrong of course. There are plenty lost and damned. That is the way of the world. As for him...
"I'm Catholic, very lapsed, so I should too theoretically... but I don't know. One life is hard enough isn't it? And now we've got two at once." He shakes his head.
"Sometimes I think there is a benefit of just rest." A smirk. "Aye, but there's the rub, for in such sleep, what dreams may come? When we have shuffled off this mortal coil... " The house groans and he lifts his cup to it. "Some of us.
What makes us bear those ills we have? Than fly to those we know not of? Thus conscience makes cowards of us all..." A sip of cocoa.
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Fell is wrong of course. There are plenty lost and damned. That is the way of the world. As for him...
"I'm Catholic, very lapsed, so I should too theoretically... but I don't know. One life is hard enough isn't it? And now we've got two at once." He shakes his head.
"Sometimes I think there is a benefit of just rest." A smirk. "Aye, but there's the rub, for in such sleep, what dreams may come? When we have shuffled off this mortal coil... " The house groans and he lifts his cup to it. "Some of us.
What makes us bear those ills we have? Than fly to those we know not of? Thus conscience makes cowards of us all..." A sip of cocoa.
"But I am not afraid."