Noctisardor Bypass john 13:20

she was getting louder, sharper, like a fragile piece of glass. she questioned him! andras did not like it. but he continues to listen, forcing down the urge to create a bruise upon her untouched pale face.
god gives us a plan, but ultimately, it is our choice to follow it, he tries to soothe her by lowering his own voice. he did not lead your children from you. they made the choice to leave you, to leave god. it is up to them to find their way back. he can only save those who choose to repent; whether that atonement is here on earth, or on their day of judgment before him.
she will listen. he smiles earnestly. you know, after i was a general, i was a priest, he admits this quietly, breath hooked in his throat. i have seen many things. miracles, tragedies. i have spoken many things into existence through prayer, and i have also watched him ignore me. he can be fickle, i will admit! but, he grabs the alabaster paw now, so tiny and frail beside his own. he is always listening, and if you trust in him, listen to him, he will reward you. even if you do not see it now.
she thanks him, and andras feels the warm coil of lust tighten in his belly. it's no problem. it is-- comforting for me, too. to talk to someone who understands. there are not many of us out here, i've noticed. we must stick together, eh?
he looks down to the boys as she does. he can see the slow rise and fall of their backs. would you like me to baptize your boys, heda?