[ She waits, patiently, but watching him closely as he considers his answer. She can't help but notice the way his hands clench into fists, the way his expression tightens. Something had happened, then. He had lost his faith, and badly. ]
I see.
[ Quiet, as she absorbs what he had said - and what he hadn't. Her brow furrows slightly as she thinks. Faith in the Maker has always been such a part of her life, the steady rock she could fall back on for support when all else fails, that it's difficult to imagine life without it. A life where that comfort and support had been pulled out from under her feet. A life where she is alone.
It's terrifying to contemplate. ]
What - [ She stops, struggling for words. What else is there, she wonders, but doesn't ask. She wants to help him, not make him feel even worse. ] What do you place your faith in, then?
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I see.
[ Quiet, as she absorbs what he had said - and what he hadn't. Her brow furrows slightly as she thinks. Faith in the Maker has always been such a part of her life, the steady rock she could fall back on for support when all else fails, that it's difficult to imagine life without it. A life where that comfort and support had been pulled out from under her feet. A life where she is alone.
It's terrifying to contemplate. ]
What - [ She stops, struggling for words. What else is there, she wonders, but doesn't ask. She wants to help him, not make him feel even worse. ] What do you place your faith in, then?