Simon is struggling a bit with his options here. On the one hand, he can make the revered mothers proud and defend his faith against the onslaught of the infidel, et cetera, et cetera. On the other, he can keep his mouth shut and appreciate the proximity to someone pretty. Historically, he's usually opted to prioritize the physical over the spiritual.
But he's been working on that. "Enough people keep up that attitude," he says mildly, "and He'll do just that. I'd rather He not."
He can feel the insensitivity as soon as he's said it, the unavoidable and libelous implication, it's your fault if He never comes back to safeguard His children again, the kind of sentiment that's driven Exalted Marches before and might well again. He doesn't want to be that kind of zealot anymore. He doesn't want to be on that side.
"It's not as if the Chantry's ever given you a reason to believe. I know that."
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But he's been working on that. "Enough people keep up that attitude," he says mildly, "and He'll do just that. I'd rather He not."
He can feel the insensitivity as soon as he's said it, the unavoidable and libelous implication, it's your fault if He never comes back to safeguard His children again, the kind of sentiment that's driven Exalted Marches before and might well again. He doesn't want to be that kind of zealot anymore. He doesn't want to be on that side.
"It's not as if the Chantry's ever given you a reason to believe. I know that."