"Remember your vow, Priest."
Having spoken, Gami turned to leave, and York watched his silhouette, calling out loudly, "You did have a heart for repentance, didn't you?"
At a certain moment, Gami must have felt regret; otherwise, he wouldn't have arranged for confession. But this remorse failed to triumph over greedy desires.
Gami's departing figure hesitated for a moment. He turned his head and shook it, "I don't understand what you are saying, Priest. You know I don't believe in God."
The words paused for a moment, and Gami continued as if in mockery.
"Justice is always bound hand and foot."
Gami vanished at the end of the alleyway, York stood with his back to the ruins, clenched fists, as the woman's cries lingered around, refusing to disperse.
Suddenly, York felt very confused. He knew this matter was indeed the doing of Gami, but due to faith and other reasons, he couldn't point it out. Even the wise Priest found himself bewildered and at a loss.
