You really believe that. [Adrian raises a brow at him.] No. Of course you do. The Bishop held your leash. For how long, I wonder.
[The less there are people, the more like a person Adrian becomes, his expression softening to looking almost bored with their circumstances. For so long as he doesn't have to deal with these fools, the more reasonable he feels.]
Oh, so you believe that he exists now? [Adrian speaks wryly.] I wonder what he'll want of you. The last of the Belmonts, the Church's dog.
[For all that he mocks, there was a reason that he'd let him have his life. Truly, he doesn't know what Father may want, but Adrian isn't inclined to really let him die, but giving him back to the Church seemed a poor decision as well.]
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[The less there are people, the more like a person Adrian becomes, his expression softening to looking almost bored with their circumstances. For so long as he doesn't have to deal with these fools, the more reasonable he feels.]
Oh, so you believe that he exists now? [Adrian speaks wryly.] I wonder what he'll want of you. The last of the Belmonts, the Church's dog.
[For all that he mocks, there was a reason that he'd let him have his life. Truly, he doesn't know what Father may want, but Adrian isn't inclined to really let him die, but giving him back to the Church seemed a poor decision as well.]
His castle will be here soon.