Story Reader / Interlude / Faith on the Snow / Story
Wait...
In front of them, stands a Corrupted in tattered clothing, which could still be recognized as a clerical uniform.
On his neck hangs a bloodied, and very familiar cross.
No... This can't be...
This can't be... Father—Father Snow...?
Father is a... mechanoid...?
...Th-that's not the same Bianca. I... I've eaten already.
Am I qualified... as your guardian...
...Those goddamned mechanic monsters! You're still talking about religion in this day and age?
Look around you!... And what do we have? Who's gonna save us?...
...Everyone is born a sinner, including... me... No... I'm fine.
Bianca, don't... No need to come over.
I... need to stay, I need to stay, I need to... protect this church...
Bi...
He doesn't seem to... Want to attack the nun?
...What's that on his arm?
On the battered mechanic hand of the Corrupted hangs a human arm, which had hooked onto the metal of his clothing when it was torn off.
In the hand of the arm, is a Gurkha knife.
That's Bruce's... knife.
Bi...
God, if you can hear me now.
I have sinned...
...Bianca... You have always been a gentle, yet strong and brave child...
...For which I will atone for.
But before that...
I must sin once more—
...Follow your heart, my child...
To bring down judgment—
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The snow keeps falling.
