His stomach turns at not just the viscerality of her description but the violation of it all. He can't imagine what it's like to have pieces of yourself removed like that. Not just the physical torture and being made into something else, but the nibbling away of a piece of one's soul, fraying the fabric of one's very being. This isn't metaphysical for her, or a discussion of the finer points of theology. As outlandish as this seems to him, this is something real that happened to her. As he'd thought before, more things in Heaven and Earth. Thomas' homily about the dangers of certainty comes back to him.
He steels himself. You're a shepherd, Aldo. So shepherd.
"I'm sure you've been told this, but...that's not your fault. That's vile, what was done to you." His tone is sincere and compassionate. No wonder she doesn't believe in a loving God.
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His stomach turns at not just the viscerality of her description but the violation of it all. He can't imagine what it's like to have pieces of yourself removed like that. Not just the physical torture and being made into something else, but the nibbling away of a piece of one's soul, fraying the fabric of one's very being. This isn't metaphysical for her, or a discussion of the finer points of theology. As outlandish as this seems to him, this is something real that happened to her. As he'd thought before, more things in Heaven and Earth. Thomas' homily about the dangers of certainty comes back to him.
He steels himself. You're a shepherd, Aldo. So shepherd.
"I'm sure you've been told this, but...that's not your fault. That's vile, what was done to you." His tone is sincere and compassionate. No wonder she doesn't believe in a loving God.
And after the moment passes, he asks:
"Paying what they owe?"