Firefly Glen in my heart i have but one desire

there is a list given to him to mull over. 
do not murder. he marks it quickly with a check. do not lie nor steal. he’d spoken only truths so far, so long as his memory served him right. and he’d taken nothing that wasn’t his. he’d shown nothing but gratefulness to his mothers and father.
check check check.
then there is the last rule. one he cannot so easily mark off in red ink. It asked him to be fully devoted. Betray the gods he once knew, and to burn the teachings that came with them. how he could possibly do that, to even begin to do it, he did not know.
lómion’s eyes — that had thus far been fixed to the ground and clouded with thought — turned up to the priest.
He answered simply Ok. The anxiety that had grown within his mind trickled into his voice.
All motivation to search for a fox was cast to the side for now. I should — I need to go home. He shuffled in place. I need to speak to my anaana.