An unbidden memory surfaces: a candled flickering, an unwavering gaze. There are so many questions sitting here unanswered in the dark.

What fault lies with faith and what salvation can we hope for. Is it better souls come unbidden, striving toward a blessed death, instead of being so cruelly used in their vessels? What is the difference if we have no choice at the end? Only that we decide when and how our souls sit at rest. But then why tolerate followers of the old ways at all. Why give them the grace to choose Benalis. Is this not validating their faith, by giving them choice? They are necessary otherwise what does the church strive for.

The candle’s flame sputters suddenly and goes out. The silence is unbearable.