Malachi seemed to have gotten used to Chéri looking at him, so much so that they seemed to look back without so much difficulty. Or maybe he didn’t care. Chéri wondered if they had seen -or not seen- something important.

Chéri had the distinct feeling Malachi was toying with them. It was no new feeling nor an uncommon one -on the contrary- but as tired as Chéri was, mind games looked more troublesome than ever and there was no winning with this priest, they had already decided. And at those last words, Chéri shook their heads. They considered staying quiet for a while, as they had started to consider as dangerous anything that might have left their mouth, but in the end they decided to add “If I am not in the position designed for me, I am often seen as a nuisance at best and I’d rather not prove myself right now,” also, this they didn’t say, strangers could become violent if they had the feeling Chéri was damaging them. They were an easy target and the way they carried themselves was, for some reason, infuriating to many.