“Every Sunday. Being able to read a real, pure Bible, and have all my vestments untouched with the true face of the Lord has been… so very soothing.” An understatement of immense magnitude. “There’s about three Catholics in town, and I’m one of them. You might have encountered the other two back Over There; si—…”

He coughs.

“Darcy, the little swordfighter who was locked in the hospital for a while. And César, with the gravity-defying hair. Though the second one is fresh. He’s not from the ship.”