[Her touch is neither comforting nor unsettling; it simply is, much like he finds the darkness to be - it isn't familiar, but it's been a stark reality to him for a while now, someplace that he feels in some vague way that he belongs now. It's not a pleasing thought. But reality and the pouring out - the anointing - of the contents of the Fourth Vial, onto the sun and into the soul of the believers, have no care offered toward what he may happen to think, do they.
It's cold. That's the primarily takeaway he takes from this: it's cold, and it's only secondary to that that he finds that he carries no guilt, the familiar weight of the bearing-down of his recent sins absent from him for the time being. For all of that, however, he doesn't feel any lighter.]
I... I'm a priest, I hear members of my congregation.
[To some extent, that isn't a lie. It's just... Well, it's just something he's going to have to try to shake off later, is what it is.]
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It's cold. That's the primarily takeaway he takes from this: it's cold, and it's only secondary to that that he finds that he carries no guilt, the familiar weight of the bearing-down of his recent sins absent from him for the time being. For all of that, however, he doesn't feel any lighter.]
I... I'm a priest, I hear members of my congregation.
[To some extent, that isn't a lie. It's just... Well, it's just something he's going to have to try to shake off later, is what it is.]
The voice of God seems fairly absent here.