02-19-2022, 02:44 PM
They seemed intent to disagree with him. Malachi had found that plenty of the people he'd met in Whitby thus far were similarly disagreeable; Chéri was not even a local, yet this already seemed to cement in the priest's mind that they'd find a way to fit in soon enough.
Not with those flamboyant clothes, of course, but with their lack of hesitance in regards to saying what they pleased.
They were not entirely wrong, however. A priest did well to earn their congregation's trust. Malachi simply operated differently.
"As I said," he began, and one side of his mouth slightly lifted in a half-smile. "I am not here to build a reputation. I have been a priest for many years, Chéri, and I know how to take care of myself. Having the trust, the respect of the people -- what does any of it matter, if I can't be allowed to help them?"
Not with those flamboyant clothes, of course, but with their lack of hesitance in regards to saying what they pleased.
They were not entirely wrong, however. A priest did well to earn their congregation's trust. Malachi simply operated differently.
"As I said," he began, and one side of his mouth slightly lifted in a half-smile. "I am not here to build a reputation. I have been a priest for many years, Chéri, and I know how to take care of myself. Having the trust, the respect of the people -- what does any of it matter, if I can't be allowed to help them?"
