He looks at her. Nodding his head. "Perhaps. I am fascinated with you as well." he says honestly. He kept his hand upon his chest. He looks at her. "Your not fine my friend. Neither am I." he says softly. He looked at his church. "That is good. And it was. She was a beautiful church." he says softly. He turns to her. And pulls her into a hug. "No. I didn't mean to mutter it. Please forgive me. It is just what I remember before my shadow began to destroy whatever was held dear. I never know when the darkness of my shadow will attack." he pulls away.<br/><br/>"I understand. That curse is what a young man who was younger yet older than me muttered. I had stopped him from cursing a young child. Instead he turned upon me and thrust me into a wall. Pressing his hand against my chest. And spoke those words. Those words shall forever haunt me." he says softly. "He told me I would have been fine if I hadn't intervened. I told him as a young priest...it is my duty to take on those of evil. Those who would harm the innocent. Then I just remember the darkness taking me into its black arms.  Waking up a couple days later and the town I lived in was gone. Destroyed. Much like my temple. I know not if it was me or if it was that young man. I just know that the trend has been...things are destroyed which I hold dear."