@ALLISFUTILE βI should know better than to talk to the likes of you, butβ¦β
[ She turned around. ]
βIβ¦ supposeβ¦ where there is a willβ¦ *sigh* there is a wayβ¦β
[ She truly did not want to admit this, especially to someone like him. She covers her face in shame. ]
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman Cavalry choirs are singin'
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world