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[it's a crumbling bit of stone and sitting on the edge of it is Wolfwood, a bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand and a bloody piece of paper in the other. he looks down at the paper, snarls, crumples it and tosses it before taking a long drink from the bottle. Setting it down he digs out his cigarettes, lits up and inhales, leaning forward and frowning. He doesn't move after that, the smoke curling around his head, and his expression cold.]

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[takes a deep breath of smoke for the first time since he lit up] Yh' wrong choice.

What do you mean by that?

I made the wrong choice.

[looks around for a moment and shakes his head] I think I did.

[Is silent for a bit.]

You don't have to tell me.

[Pauses.] Everyone makes mistakes. Even priests, from time to time.

Yeah, well, I ain't that good of a priest.

[is silent for a moment] Sometimes I wonder why I try to be one.

[Watching him carefully, and he frowns at that last statement. He's always thought something was a little off with Wolfwood. He's not going to press, though.]

What about those kids, though? The orphans? Or the people in town who rely on you? I bet they're all glad you at least try.

[this is probably one of the few times he would admit this kind of stuff to people too]

They're glad to have me, I guess. They don't seem to care about some of my quirks.

You're a priest to them--that's what counts, really. [Looking away.] Sometimes, to help people, you have to...hide some things.

[looks at him and smirks, raising his bottle in a salute] Here's to hiding things.

[Smirks back and nods.] Kanpai.

[takes a sip and offers him the bottle]

[Accepts wordlessly and takes a sip as well.]

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