"I don't know," he confesses. "I told you I thought I'd be a priest, once. Follow in Brendan's footsteps and go off to Rome, find God's love the way I thought I felt it once. But... he left the Church. He had a nervous break down and he left the priesthood."
He looks at his glass, turning it around. Then he huffs a laugh.
"And then he went to America."
And he left me, again, he doesn't say.
"After that, I didn't know what to think anymore. Only that I found comfort in it still. Not the Church, not the institution of it, but-- I felt like I had nothing else."
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He looks at his glass, turning it around. Then he huffs a laugh.
"And then he went to America."
And he left me, again, he doesn't say.
"After that, I didn't know what to think anymore. Only that I found comfort in it still. Not the Church, not the institution of it, but-- I felt like I had nothing else."