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[shamebat]

Hello, this is Nadja. Please leave a message and I will return to it later.

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[loveisall]

I would appreciate that. I am sure he does too.

As satisfying as it might be.

[shamebat]

What did he do to you?

[loveisall]

Nothing to me.

I don't enjoy gossip.

[shamebat]

Is that a slight against me or against him?

[loveisall]

Him. You're a friend.

He's a priest.

[shamebat]

Are you not also some sort of priest?

[loveisall]

...am I? What would make you think that?

[shamebat]

Don't you work in the chapel? And you are very...priest-like sometimes.

[loveisall]

Do you not remember why I began working in the chapel? It was to protect you and Lazlo from Father Anderson.

And I did not realize I acted like a priest.

[shamebat]

Oh. Oh, yes. Right. Thank - thank you.

Well, you are troublingly forgiving and holy.

[loveisall]

That does not make me a priest. That makes me old and tired and unwilling to carry grudges.

[shamebat]

None whatsoever?

[loveisall]

Well.

Perhaps a few.

[shamebat]

Careful with those. They will follow you to your grave.

[loveisall]

Then I suppose it's fortunate I will never die.