Not chanting. …Praying. Felicity froze.
"…Is that about me?" she asked, mortified.
Ash and Pope stood near the far wall. Ash had spray paint in his hand. Pope had his palms pressed together like this was the most normal thing in the world.
Ash was reading aloud.
"'We walk in the shadow so the Light may walk free,'" he recited, gesturing at the wall where thick white letters were already drying. "'We do not demand her warmth. We earn it through kindness.'"
Pope nodded solemnly. "And also restraint."
Victor muttered, "I'm not restraining shit."
Felicity's ears burned. "Ash," she hissed. "Pope. What are you doing."
Ash turned, delighted. "Documenting miracles."
Pope inclined his head. "Establishing doctrine."
Sarge made a strangled sound. "You cannot be serious."
"I am always serious," Pope said calmly. "This is the Church of the Light."
Felicity covered her face. "Oh my god."
Voss looked between the wall and Felicity. "It's catchy," he offered, unhelpfully.
