Vash quirks his lips a bit at that comment- Ain, for the love of god- but it quickly fades because he suddenly feels the need to ask something. He's eaten most of his own food, leaving just a few pieces, as he brings his hands together on top of the table.]
Were you...a good priest?
[Like, did you just mess up stuff on accident, or were you one of those overzealous types, or...
He really doubts Ain was. He doesn't seem like the brainwashing, culty type. But the idea, even the POSSIBILITY, still leaves him feeling a bit uneasy.]
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Vash quirks his lips a bit at that comment- Ain, for the love of god- but it quickly fades because he suddenly feels the need to ask something. He's eaten most of his own food, leaving just a few pieces, as he brings his hands together on top of the table.]
Were you...a good priest?
[Like, did you just mess up stuff on accident, or were you one of those overzealous types, or...
He really doubts Ain was. He doesn't seem like the brainwashing, culty type. But the idea, even the POSSIBILITY, still leaves him feeling a bit uneasy.]