The priest looks uncomfortable. And I don’t like that. I’m not convinced that he’s on our side. He doesn’t want to be ripped apart by monsters but that only keeps him with us for now. At the first sign of civilization, he might bolt to pour his troubles into the first respectable ear he finds. And then we’ll be betrayed. That’s the problem with religion. It tries to sand down all the rough edges. And it often works. And then when you go to try to grip onto it for dear life there’s nothing to catch hold of because it’s been made so inoffensively smooth.
