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[It's almost ironic, in a way, hearing him talk like this when he knows full well the stance two of his descendants took in regards to Dio's plans. But he won't tell him that, there's... really no reason for him to do as such. Since truly, deep down, he still does believe that it was genuinely for the benefit of others and nothing else.]

Perhaps what happened was always inevitable, but it does not stop me from wondering what might have been if it hadn't happened. What would he have become if he had continued down the route it seemed he was taking... [Of course, in his mind, he's almost certain that he had some sort of positive influence on the man. But in reality, well, everyone else may know what the real answer to that was.]

I had come here expecting something far different than what I encountered, Jonathan.

Can it stop anyone from wondering? Particularly now, where we have so much evidence of moments that 'could have been'. I have seen for myself- and wondered as such, if there had been better adults in our own lives as children, what could have come of things, then? I know...my step brother was more than cruelty- no matter how often I tried to believe it for the sake of any battles we waged, or arguments borne, I could not stop caring for him, not even in death.

I think, [he chuckles to that end,] They themselves quite agree with that sentiment.

[Perhaps Pucci can realize from this then-

Jonathan knew 'Judith'.]

[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.

[Jonathan of course doesn't interrupt. He barely even touches his own tea, blinking at the other slowly instead.]

What brings you to such a thought? [He finally asks, brows furrowed just slightly.]

[... Oh, he didn't catch notice of that, did he? Feathers that would have been ruffled are quickly smoothed over as he merely stares at the man in front of him.

Perhaps it's for the better that he didn't catch on, actually.]

Mm. Merely that some of the things I didn't do back then, I might have reconsidered later. [Was he... really this dense or just being polite? He's not entirely sure and it's unsure footing that he's not a fan of or knowing how to really recover from.]

[Jonathan can only nod in seeming understanding. He knows not what it is that Enrico regrets of course, but that doesn't stop the empathy and care from being genuine.]

The most we can do with such regrets, is resolve to better ourselves as we move forward. If there is something we wished we had done, even in general, it is all we can do but ask ourselves not to simply pass the moment by should it come again. I can no longer say 'we have but one life' of course, [he laughs, warmly so.]

But there is a life here, and so few things can be called wonderful- if there is something that could be that, which brings no harm to others, I think it wiser to pursue it than turn our eye away.

[... Normally that would be an answer one way or the other, but instead he's just more confused. That... could be his understanding the situation or it could be just dumb luck. He's really not sure.]

I... suppose that is a solution. The whims of the Church is certainly something that I don't have to adhere to here. Especially when it was rules that I never really understood the reasoning for and there's no formal setup here to begin with. [Of course he won't go full out just throwing everything to the side, but it does make him feel somewhat better to justify things to himself. He's allowed to live when he's not under the fear of being excommunicated and having everything torn away from him.

How odd.]

Forgive my changing the subject, but with the way things are here... [He pauses briefly, how does he even ask this?] Those that lose their loved ones here, do they... tend to move on as well or do they wait in case they come back in that rare chance? Merely curious as wedding vows certainly did not have this kind of caveat thought into them back home.

Quite a number of them have been very fascinating in their origin as well- if one looks to the history of more particular ones, there can be seen quite a number of societal and even personal reasons behind such instructions! It... [He clears his throat, looking away a bit bashfully.] ...well, perhaps not the time for a tangent upon the matter of seafood in a desert, but...

Well, a change in subject might be what we need then after all. Though as to such a question... ...mmmh. [And the shade...deflates.] I shall be honest...I do not know. I have not known of any who were married prior to this place, that met with their spouse yet again...certainly those who moved onward, found new love, and settled into such a relationship...

But perhaps it is the state of mourning, which so colors how I can answer. Erina and I retook our vows in part because, as she so stated, 'til death do we part' was a line I had yet crossed. And yet again now, I've suffered a fatal incident here, my beloved vanished from the plane of reality.

I know for myself that such things are not decided by the deities here- but such a matter only leaves me to question further, just what it could mean. Could it be happenstance? Or another entirely?

While the idea was to honor and serve God, the rules were still very much made by man and man is very much not perfect. [Of course this is absolutely his reasoning for this.] Do believe me, we will have time for that tangent at some point, I do enjoy discussing these things. The scripture, after all, was written by men. [... Pucci no.

The deflating almost has him regretting asking the question. But he remains quiet as he listens, watching closely and looking for the next words to say. If he were another priest, he may very well say that vows are for the Lord and the like, but he's... him.]

If I may be frank with you, Jonathan. The vows you have made, the ones that you make, those are your own convictions. The Lord will understand your decision no matter which way you go about it, because He can see everything that is going on and can understand the circumstances surrounding it.

The question, I think, is what you think is best for you and your happiness. Whether that is to find another, remain a widower in a sense, or something entirely different, the decision is truly your own.

I'm quite happy to hear that- there is certainly history here, but it's history of a very different beast from what any number of us will have even had the chance to study, so the opportunity for such talks is incredibly welcome!

[The cheer is short lived of course, but it's clear he has a passion for the matter- however much he seems to feel obligated to set it aside.

...He is glad that Pucci is a priest, he finds. There is something comforting about the reassurances of someone in theory bound to a particular form of objective forgiveness, and as distant as they yet are, something to be said for the reassurances that come of strangers with no reason for platitudes.

A bitter thought perhaps, but then that might be the shade in him at the moment.] ...Thank you, Enrico. I...

....I don't believe I shall be able to know for myself, what will make me happier...but indeed, the assurance that it is no crime to move onward is something that perhaps will keep me yet afloat. I-

MraaaAAAAAAAA

[Queen has arrived, and her attempt to take a lap space is of course, foiled by the source being a shadow.] Oh dear- Queen, I'm sorry, but I simply can't support anything like this...

MRAAAAAAAAAAAA..!

There certainly seems to be much to learn in this place and it ought to help keep the mind sharp. [That is his excuse, anyway, as much as he might have ulterior motives somewhere else deep down inside.

While he might be interested, himself, he does actually mean the words that he's saying. Whether it had been Jonathan or someone else that wasn't remotely catching Enrico's eye, the words would have remained the exact same. While many may focus on fire and brimstone, there is always the need to remember that their God is also a loving one and only wants for them to be happy at the core.

The human experience.]

I only speak what God has said to us, there's no need for thanks.

[... Oh, that is certainly a cat trying to find a lap and he's blinking slowly at her attempts. Animals, man. Though between the two of them, there's only one actual tangible lap here.]

I take it that she's used to your lap actually being a tangible thing? [Why is this also amusing?] I doubt that protesting is going to make him anymore solid, Queen.

I should think that even the messengers of any matters are deserving of thanks all the same, as without, who could say if the words would have been properly received?

[Queen, through this, gives a small 'mrrp' as she appears to remember that there is Someone New Here. Unlike Athena who quite happily went to distract herself with her chew toy in another room, the small cat seems to eye Pucci with a discerning eye before trotting happily over.]

Aha! Careful then, it appears you've reminded here that you are solid- indeed however, I typically have the form of a demon actually...it's been a point of confusion for quite a few, I've been told it doesn't suit me at all, though I do admit there were rather few consequences to the state compared to others...

Typically, I would actually allow her upon my shoulder in fact! Though fortunately she stopped attempting this after the first few days of this...

Mm, I suppose that is true. But it's always a strange thing to be thanked for something I should be doing.

[Oh boy, he's being eyed up by this cat. And... okay, well, he didn't actually expect her to be won over by him so quickly. Huh, well, okay.]

I wouldn't have thought a demon suited you, either, if we're meaning the Biblical definition of one. [Excuse him a second, he's just going to casually scoop Queen up and set her gingerly on his lap before lightly scratching her behind the ears. It's fine, don't question it.] Though demon has many definitions outside of that as well.

[Only after the first few days, huh?] You never know when a situation may have changed, I can't fault her for attempting it a few times if it's not your normal state of being...

I imagine it helps that I'm quite a lot more....shadow-like? I would typically be much warmer after all.

It's difficult to say, if the definition can truly be called 'biblical'. Certainly in the context of where we are at this time after all, there can be no such thing, but the appearances associated draw quite similarly, just as the local 'Naphil' do with the idea of angels. Indeed, I expect that is why the names given were given in the first place.

[A chuckle however, as he returns to that first point.] Perhaps so, but then, one can consider it a token of indication toward a job well done as well- I cannot imagine many to be thankful for a poorly performed one after all!

[Ah, right, the Naphil. Something he had recoiled away from when he'd read the definition. It would make sense that if demons were a thing that they would be...]

And yet this place does not seem to have any shade of Christianity of any form that I can find, but those definitions of both beings are fairly exclusive to the writing and branches... [At least in those capacities and appearances, of course they existed in other cultures and religions. But as far as he's aware, this is pretty accurate.

But back to the point at hand, certainly.]

No one ever thanks a Man of God for doing their job, it's what we're meant to do and meant to live by! [Clearly he's not arguing with him given the amused tone behind his words.] Though what use is a Man of God in a place such as this that does not believe in the definition of that God? It's truly a mystery.

Indeed- I've heard theories at the Historic Society that they may have once been considered tributes to the Fog's siblings, 'Day' and 'Night', but it seems like a rather impressive stretch ultimately..! Particularly given that I have absolutely no troubles walking about beneath the sun, [he laughs warmly.]

Well! It should seem then that I've defied the typical, for I could not bear to leave such vital works without thanks. And while many of the populace have no such faith, at the very least I would think there more than just you and I. And, even still, there is great merit in the teachings there would be- to be good to one another, not for any greater reward but rather instead to simply perpetuate that kindness we know, is already a vital matter in a place such as this.

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