Character: The Holy father

- Calm down, Your Majesty, no one will say anything, we all vowed.
- Do you know what are the vows, when the executioner takes on the case.

- You know, yuna can become a Knight Mage, but you're not.
- Holy Father!
ASTA, don't be ashamed if you do not pass the exam.
- Er...?
- Nobody expects that you pass it.
- You cheer me up or humiliated?!

- I think actually she's not a Selkie. Because you can't marry a seal, right?
- No. Definitely not. Not in the real quotidian world.
- Banal?
Yes. In which we must live.
If she was a Selkie, You would still bless them?
- I?!

The lawyer said her deported if she will not get citizenship. She needs to contact the Ministry of Justice. Or to marry.
And who's going to marry her, Syracuse?
Well... it's not like there's a queue, Father.
- I can't marry her.
- No, You're a tree.

- A confession, Father, we're not talking gossip here.
- I'm still the oak tree.
- I thought You-call-it...
- Ash.
Exactly.

- Know the story of the king who was the mystery? Mystery gave him no rest, and he told it to the tree.
Okay... pretend I'm a tree.
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- So what tree are You, Father?
- I suppose I'm an oak.
- Are you more like another tree, whose branches stick out like sticks.
- Ash.

- I pulled her up out of the water.
- In the network?
In my fishing net.
- Of course, you kidding me?
- No, not kidding. Maybe that's what I had, but when I got back to the boat, she was there.
- She spent the night on the boat?
- No.
- No?
So where's the girl spent the night?
- I will not tell You.
And I can't force you?
- No. And You can't tell anyone.
- No, my lips are sealed. But you'll keep me informed, Syracuse?
- Of Course, Father.
- So I'll see you Sunday at mass?
- You know that, Father.
I think so. You come to confession. Because in our run-down town no AA. At least read a couple of times "Ave Maria" on the way home.

- Something else?
- I think so. I stole.
Oh, my God. What did you steal, Syracuse?
- Women's clothes.
Oh, God, God, God... I don't like it, Syracuse. This is a bad thing.
- It's not what You think, Father. I had a reason.
- What?
- I stole, so no one saw me buy it.

- I had a dream, Father. I'm at the funeral, and she was next to me, and I'm terrified.
Maybe you still want to be with her.
- No, I'm terrified of what came back to her.

- My name's Syracuse, and I'm an alcoholic.
- I already told you, Circus, that confession is not alcoholics anonymous.
Well, in our town it is not. I've been sober for 2 years, 7 months and 18 days. This is usually pop, Father.
- Have you seen the movie?
Yes.

Better to vent - so the pain will diminish.

Evil does not stop. You can only protect yourself from it. Do I believe in the existence of those things? Yes. And I know that they lure people like you into the trap. Run away. Away.

Every stone on which you stumble, - in fact, a stepping stone, if you think about it.

The rulers of Europe have power, but no morals. I must be their conscience. They are my beloved children, and I have to hold them on the path of virtue.