Totoka River A better Opportunity

At Donovan's apology, he looks away and grins into the dark. He feels something tighten in his chest. Where was the faith he had only a season ago? He realises, not without despair, that the title of reverend has grown shockingly foreign to him now, the role of a stranger. 

"Christianity," he says, looking back. "Protestant. One God and his angels. There's heaven and hell. And there's the Son of God, born from Mary the Virgin." He struggles to find the right words. It occurs to him that he'd never really had to describe his religion to anybody. He had grown up with it. The one constant in his life. 

"I mean, they all say that- one day he'll come down and save all the believers." Tough luck for the non-believers. The implication hangs heavy in the air, but Colin thinks that anyone would be smart enough to connect the dots. The fire and brimstone. 

Then, "Ha. Thank you. You seem like you're a good leader. I mean, that you know what you're doing." Donovan's gaze is unflinching, at odds with Colin's erratic glances. He swipes his tongue over the pitted scar on his lip. "I'd be interested in looking at your new home."