[Having found an empty space to stare into whilst his heir recounted, his mind wandering into dark passages he had been avoiding since Anderson had brought the bitter truth to light. Everything he built. Everything he lost.

Alone in birth, alone in his toiling, alone to carry the yoke of the Vatican's burden, and to die alone. He was searching for where he had made the mistake that cost him everything...

The sultry touch pulled him from his disdainful memories, a quiet start gasping from him.]

Ease me then.

Tell me then...

Tell me everything you've done. Tell me my creed still lives.