“Do you understand what it means to be a saint?” Cazaril cleared his throat uncomfortably. “You must be very virtuous, I suppose.” “No, in fact. One need not be good. Or even nice.” Umegat looked wry of a sudden. “Grant you, once one experiences…what one experiences, one’s tastes change. Material ambition seems immaterial. Greed, pride, vanity, wrath, just grow too dull to bother with.”
