Noctisardor Bypass [m] sola fide

ah, the baptism. a delighted grin found the salt-and-pepper face. that's wonderful news, she seems to be shy about this subject, almost hesitant. are they ready? have they expressed interest? i should probably mention-- i don't like to perform such a sacred and cherished ceremony unless the participants are willing. to follow god is a choice.
this willingness meant, of course, that they were less likely to stray.
hunger roils inside of him as he watches her. he wished he could take her here, now, with no one watching, no one able to hear the screams as her pretty face is shoved into the ground. he wished to see those dandelion eyes glazed with tears, to see a pearlet of blood dribble from her smashed nose —
stop. he must stop. he breathes out a shaky sigh which to her might seem like it came from nervousness. i've been meaning to ask. were you ever baptized yourself, heda?