While the need to confess their situation and their quest for help had put Chéri in a contemplative mood, they couldn't help but notice the priest movements. Always interested in how other humans moved, Chéri followed the flow of Malachi's movement like a play, like music, to undo and redo them in their mind. Encountering his thoughtless expression again, Chéri took it as an invitation to lower his gaze, turning their head once again.

Chéri did not seem to mind waiting for Malachi, and as he next question came, they took extra time to properly formulate, as simply as they could. Once again, they felt the need to not look in his face.

"Someone who... Took care of me requested I came to this land. For this person, I have given up those who took care of me before and I have lost my career. Going back alone is dangerous and the person who brought me here is bad. So bad I cannot go back for my things. I have no money to start again, here or in France, and I am alone." They looked at the cross "I need the Lord's guidance". No pity or repentance in their voice.