✞19 Days since my Last Confession✞

[13th_crusader]

[✝]Job 10:1 & Job 7:11

My soul is weary, I loathe my very life . . .
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.[✝]

[☨]The door to the church slams shut with a whirl of snow-flurries and a gonging echo that resounds across the auditorium and back again. Leaning

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[hellsingpapa]

[What the hell? Is he really complaining about saving someone?]

Oh, suck it up. Pansy.

Shouldn't you be happy? You did a good deed.

[13th_crusader]

[HE COULD HAVE DIED YOU KNOW! It was completely reckless! He's not a blasted martyr, he's a goddamn archbishop!]

Aha, of course I'm NOT happy!

[HE WILL SAVE FACE IN FRONT OF YOU, MR. HELLSING.]

I'm merely coming down from an adrenaline rush, I just walked through two Hells, mind you; the Pyre and the Arctic.

[hellsingpapa]

[UH HE WAS THERE TOO. RUNNING AROUND LIKE AN IDIOT IN THE FIRE.

DID YOU EVEN HELP TO PUT IT OUT? :l]

Then act like it.

You don't think everyone else has been through the same?

[13th_crusader]

[NO WAY! UNLIKE ARTHUR, HE ACTUALLY WANTS TO LIVE INSTEAD OF BEING A WALKING INSURANCE CLAIM!]

I... What?

I'm well aware of the disastrous trials most choose to pit themselves against, and others LIKE MYSELF against their will here.

That doesn't make it any less disturbing no matter how much you'd like to trivialize it, Signore.

[hellsingpapa]

[Come on Enrico, you've been through worse.

STOP BEING A BRAT.]

You'll survive.