almaredemptoris

As it is said, Madame Sandra, beggars cannot be choosers.

[She may hear the subtle curve of a smile in these words, which he delivers not as a serious pearl of wisdom but as a gentle nudge. If not for her rather brazen demeanor, he would not feel comfortable taking even this small step away from formality. (And such a demeanor he minds little, as her errant ruminations have been quite interesting to listen to.)]

When the unrest dies down, I shall do what I can to help those who have suffered far worse than I have, God be my witness. However, Carthage could not be built anew until after the flames had been extinguished. Although, such a comparison is perhaps crude, as Carthage was razed and would not rise from the ashes for some time afterward.

I suppose not.

[ She knows better than anyone, after all. His grin is met with a soft chuckle on her part; she speaks more politely (if backhandedly) than most in this place, but he of all people could stand to loosen up a bit. ]

Let us hope, then, that we are not left with only ashes, when all is said and done.

[ She cannot claim to have the foggiest idea of what Carthage might be, but every empire rises and every empire falls, and there is always a new flag to stake in its place. So it could be said for Sahr, so it would be one day for the Commonwealth... Or would have been. Tangentially, just because his devotion does not irk doesn't mean that it can't intrigue. ]

You know, it seems to me that you often frequent the thought of gods and prayer. I bid no disrespect, but with our worlds lost to the Storm, do you believe there is anything left to hear or witness you? Or does conversing with the unknown still happen to bring you comfort?

[She is not the first to question his religious convictions, prodding as if to poke holes in the hull of his faith, but his faith is ironclad and he does not mind braving the waters of discourse.]

There is but one God - all others are false. And although His might and mercy can hardly be comprehended by men, I would not say that He is unknown, for I have felt His presence and witnessed His acts. Moreover, it is told that God is the creator of all that is seen and unseen. This pagan land and all who inhabit it may not know Him, but this doesn't mean they are not His creation.

[Such reasoning would be unassailable in his society, but here he finds that he is rather singular in his thinking. Of all the myriad adjustments he has had to accommodate in this latest iteration of his life, one of the hardest is the absence of those who share his faith. Sunday mornings gape hollowly, and all he can do is patch the hole with solitary prayer.]

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