Firefly Glen sanctify

beliefs — she'd not taken him for the type. 

there is a pause to the gnawing, to gentle sway of the conversation. beliefs built shamura stronger and mightier than any temple that might touch the earth; sharing them with someone else was but a brick placed upon another. higher and higher did the tower grow. 

"we believe that all living things we share two unchangeable similarities — we are given life, and taken in death" there is a fondness to her tongue, to share her word with someone who had shown interest. "life is meant to be lived, to be enjoyed. too many do not live, not truly, and so when their time nears the end they are afraid."

she stopped, watchful of the lines that might have defined the man's face. "death should not be feared, but accepted. do not fear what can not be avoided." and in it she spoke with all the faith of a preacher. "in the end there is not pain or paradise; there is only the one who waits."

a look toward the man then, to see if she'd met opposition or found acceptance.