Jasel looks at her. Smiling a tiny bit again. Looking at her. "Yes. Well as I said. I am an eccentric priest. I am one of a kind." he sighs a bit. "I wonder why it is I fascinate you." he says softly. He smiles. His eyes sparkled with happiness yet the underlying sorrow was there. He looks at her and wished the smile was back again. He notices the marks upon her wrist. Reminded him of the ones upon his chest. Markings he had gotten from an encounter with a male younger than himself yet older at the same time. His hand instinctively went to his chest. The hand holding the cross had come up to do so. Letting the one of a kind cross dangle in front of him. He looks at her. "You would have stopped it?" he asks softly. "Yes...I do not like the darkness. I hate it but it haunts me no matter where I go." he says softly. Looking up at the sky. "By day one of light. By night one of dark. This shall forever be thy curse." he says more to himself than her. Looking down at her. "I talk about it calmly but only in sadness. For I believe it is my shadow which destroys the things that are good to me. I never know when it will occur. It has just been the trend."