St. Matthew 7 Verse 1-2
Judge not, that ye be not judged.
For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.I still do not wish to believe it but I can't deny what I saw/felt/learned. I'm not insane. I'm not the same little boy I was back then, locked up inside the closest thing to a hole in the ground that my parents could find, waiting in hunger for any scrap of bread or sign of humanity to return and look upon me.
I saw and now I know. How I wish it were otherwise. I'm afraid if I think upon this new knowledge much more that what sanity I am blessedly left with will soon vanish much like the southern summers were wont to do when winter rolled around.
So I look back upon my Father's words and find comfort in them. Striving to remember that it is
not my duty to judge his children, whether they be good of heart or consisting of a soul so blackened that it fills me with terror.
It is but my job to lead his people upon a path he has laid before us, hoping that my voice and his words will show them the way to salvation.
And now that that is out of the way, I swear to my Holy Father (Must remember to say my own Hail Mary's) if Ohtori doesn't get a grip I'm going to have to do something drastic. Like stick him with this stupid cat who has taken over my home as if it were his.
The last few days when I wasn't attending to my duties as the Good Father, I was out hunting, combing the streets of New York mentally in search of this man who haunts my old friend.
I have yet to find one who matches the glimpses Tori has let leak into our minds. But I will find him. I will find him and if he means my savior harm...
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