[there's something heartbreaking in those words, even with the line of nonchalance to them. something familiar, even, that he almost wishes he could see the man on the other side of the confessional.]
You should never have to worry that you may be turned away for confession, whether I or another Father takes them. [a soft hum.] We, like God, should not be so shallow.
[it's certain to him, then, that this man doesn't know what goes on behind closed doors—there's no indication of it at all in his tone. more than anything else, it makes him feel a certain, more solid connection in turn.]
You needn't worry for my safety... this place is for your sincere penance, and your words go no further than these walls.
If it pleases you, I am often here for some time after mass. [he nearly says something else, but stops himself. perhaps another time, he'll relinquish the code to call for him, but it feels inappropriate at this juncture.]
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You should never have to worry that you may be turned away for confession, whether I or another Father takes them. [a soft hum.] We, like God, should not be so shallow.
[it's certain to him, then, that this man doesn't know what goes on behind closed doors—there's no indication of it at all in his tone. more than anything else, it makes him feel a certain, more solid connection in turn.]
You needn't worry for my safety... this place is for your sincere penance, and your words go no further than these walls.
If it pleases you, I am often here for some time after mass. [he nearly says something else, but stops himself. perhaps another time, he'll relinquish the code to call for him, but it feels inappropriate at this juncture.]