[Of course he had, he shouldn't be surprised in the slightest. But it doesn't stop him from the pang he can feel inside of him, something that he's... not entirely sure the meaning of. Sadness? Regret? Something he can't quite place.
In fact, he remains silent for perhaps far longer than he had intended. His thoughts racing through various what-if scenarios and the consequences of them. He shouldn't, probably, but when your mind is always going, never stopping, running from... who knows what, it's hard to fall out of habits.]
I doubt I would have been a grand example of a man of the cloth at that time.
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In fact, he remains silent for perhaps far longer than he had intended. His thoughts racing through various what-if scenarios and the consequences of them. He shouldn't, probably, but when your mind is always going, never stopping, running from... who knows what, it's hard to fall out of habits.]
I doubt I would have been a grand example of a man of the cloth at that time.