[✝]Psalms 45:3
Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty warrior, clothe thyself with thy glory and thy majesty.[✝]
[☨]The holy man looks in an unbelievably good mood, as if all ill will had bleed away from him like the life of
that monster he had taken down. No inebriating drugs to bring this cunning smile to his face as he wipes the last
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Thank you, Enrico, for finding him. Er... I'll be stopping by to pick him up, alright?
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Surely it wasn't difficult for his new-found tenant to get him here while I faced off with some Satan spawn.
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Ah... R-really? Well, glad to know that everyone is... okay. I'll be there in a second! Don't wake him up until I get there.
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Y-yes.........So. It. Is.
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No.... But I can't say the same for.. that eight-legged freak.
[It was actually 4-legged, but who's counting?! IT'S PRETTY MUCH RED JELLO ON THE FLOOR NOW!]
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He is without a scratch if it so eases you.
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That is a relief.
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Doctor Yagokoro..how.. extolling of you to say that. It's only what my faith bids me.
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Something right was going on when I went out that door.
[Something rightly outrageous. He's still blanching at himself in more ways than one.]
Do you possibly have anything for stomach pain...?
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Ghn!
A... rather precious commodity of the church.
His name is Alessandro.
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Oh~? And what is that?
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Well he's..
The..
Their...
The thirtieth century's H-his.. Hol..i..ness.. th..e.. P..pope.
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