“Mother Lucia was a good soul, but her fanaticism for these remnant truths made her frightening. If she was the killer, her motivations may have been misguided, but I have no doubt they were always pure.” I nodded. “Do you still think my suffering beautiful?” “In a tragic, melancholic kind of way. Like warm honey spilt over frozen water. It thaws the ice and draws in a sense of tragic suffering. Like ‘The Futile Resistance of Mellezi’.”
