“I do.” Doppio was expressive with every part of himself no matter what was happening, but now—he was so still it was eerie. His face was a controlled mask but his eyes gave him away. They were fixed on the road back into town, his expression dark.
“They insulted Father, too.” They could despise him all they wanted, but Father Serra? There was no excuse.
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Date: 2025-02-25 09:45 pm (UTC)“They insulted Father, too.” They could despise him all they wanted, but Father Serra? There was no excuse.