"I only really came here after the war. On Elmer's world." He looks up at her, a little wonderingly. "I don't think you were around for that."
Which is probably a blessing, he thinks. He has faith that Helena would have gone too, but he has faith that Helena too would have failed. It had been as hopeless a battle as the one they're facing now.
"I meant to come here more often after that, but we always seemed so busy," he says a little guiltily, following her gaze to the stained glass in front of them.
He can hear his father lecturing him about that excuse already, but it just doesn't feel the same here. With no religious community to speak of and every Church as run-down as the buildings around them, coming here feels like returning to a hollow shell.
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Which is probably a blessing, he thinks. He has faith that Helena would have gone too, but he has faith that Helena too would have failed. It had been as hopeless a battle as the one they're facing now.
"I meant to come here more often after that, but we always seemed so busy," he says a little guiltily, following her gaze to the stained glass in front of them.
He can hear his father lecturing him about that excuse already, but it just doesn't feel the same here. With no religious community to speak of and every Church as run-down as the buildings around them, coming here feels like returning to a hollow shell.