Sheep. Not ants, Silco. [Richard corrects him, schooling his expression back under control. He can tell that Silco is trying to provoke him with all these critical questions and comments and now knows not to let them under his skin now. So he merely shakes his head at the challenge in front of him] We are born to these bodies that hold our souls in captive. It is only in our death when we get to reap the harvest and see whether we are welcomed to the paradise or to the eternal flames of the hell. The God is our shepherd, a guiding hand that tries to lead us foolish humans towards the salvation.
You may say so, but the Christ was rewarded for his sacrifice. [And that was all that he really had to say about the topic. Somehow he doubted that stories of the miraculous resurrection would be enough to move his lover. But he supposes it is only fair. Richard is no priest and hardly the right person to educate a heathen on the matters of religion and divine. A rebellious part of him would want to see the older man in discussion with one of the preachers from his church. No doubt it would be an inspiring spectacle to see the cynic tear down the servant of God with his words.
Richard stood still when Silco moved away to take a seat, placing a hand on top of the altar. His eyes narrows a bit when the man brings up the sister, no Vi. He had only recently learned the true identity of the girl through Jinx's emotional outburst on the network rather than from his lover himself. Something that had left a bad taste in his mouth.
For a quick moment his gaze focuses on the empty spot next to Silco. Joan was there again, sneering as usually and mimicking the man's movements - digging up a lighter from her pocket and offering to light the cigar for him. Ridiculous.]
And so your lips remains sealed about their identities. [There is now a quiet accusation in his words. 'You are shutting me out.']
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Date: 2025-01-12 03:17 am (UTC)You may say so, but the Christ was rewarded for his sacrifice. [And that was all that he really had to say about the topic. Somehow he doubted that stories of the miraculous resurrection would be enough to move his lover. But he supposes it is only fair. Richard is no priest and hardly the right person to educate a heathen on the matters of religion and divine. A rebellious part of him would want to see the older man in discussion with one of the preachers from his church. No doubt it would be an inspiring spectacle to see the cynic tear down the servant of God with his words.
Richard stood still when Silco moved away to take a seat, placing a hand on top of the altar. His eyes narrows a bit when the man brings up the sister, no Vi. He had only recently learned the true identity of the girl through Jinx's emotional outburst on the network rather than from his lover himself. Something that had left a bad taste in his mouth.
For a quick moment his gaze focuses on the empty spot next to Silco. Joan was there again, sneering as usually and mimicking the man's movements - digging up a lighter from her pocket and offering to light the cigar for him. Ridiculous.]
And so your lips remains sealed about their identities. [There is now a quiet accusation in his words. 'You are shutting me out.']