The visions or dreams… he didn't like having them, but if Ellis was really a saint… from the perspective of being a saint, it was both of them. Everything had its cons and pros; it ultimately fell upon the person to choose which they would believe more, and for Ellis, it was a…
"A blessing."
If he had to choose right now as he sat in front of the goddess of love, he'd always think of it as a blessing, even if it was just to earn a tiny bit more love from Cerys, who was full of love. A goddess of love should be able to love him, right?
"I see. I hope that answer remains the same with time, Ellis."
The high priest continued facing the statue, but there was a clear upward arch of his lips. Ellis glanced at that smile and, without knowing, smiled back and began to join the high priest in praying earnestly for everyone. Even devils need prayers, so he included Alastair too.
