Once the beggar had knelt down, Malachi finally glanced his way, if only for a moment. He looked back to the cutting board, continuing his task, and his hand was as comfortable bearing the knife as it was when folded for prayer.

"No, I was not reborn until later in my life," he admitted easily enough. While it might have been unusual for priests to find their vocations later on, it was not unheard of. They were an example, after all, of how God's love could turn one's life around, no matter how old they were when they found it.

"I worked for my father, before. I was an entertainer."

Finished with the onion, Malachi held out his hand, expecting the last item to be handed over.