JEANNE CATCH-ALL

[robopriest]

Comments

[robopriest]

Uh.

[HE IS. STARING DOWN AT HER VERY CONCERNED.]

You could've just said "yes" instead of getting out of bed...you need to rest.

[discernments]

Were you going to speak through the door?

[ She says that like she thinks that's silly. ]

Please come in and I will rest in bed again. Thank you for your concern.

[ She did not hear him yell saint for everyone and God to hear. ]

[robopriest]

I was going to just come in, if you had it unlocked...

[He lets out a defeated sort of sigh. He can't win, can he? Hansa follows her inside, closing the door - and then making a shooing motion to her.]

Go. Go back to the bed. Don't wait for me. [....Wait is he making a shooing motion to a saint? Goodness. Father Ceravntes would have his head.] Uh. Take your time. Don't open your wounds on account of me.

[discernments]

[ It is a little hard to win against Jeanne d'Arc sometimes, saint or not. She's not that difficult of a person (sometimes), so she does head back to her pod.

Carefully because she's not always stupid. ]

You don't need to be so careful when you speak with me. I was simply a girl from the country.

[robopriest]

You keep saying that, but you know that's easier said than done, right? Especially for someone like me.

[It's meant to be a light statement, but there's a slight level of exasperation there, too, more directed at himself than her.]

[discernments]

... I won't push it, but that is who I am and who I was before everything happened.

[ Before they called her a heretic, before they called her a saint, so it is what is more true. ]

[robopriest]

...I understand.

[And it is the truth. And it is who she is, what she sees herself as. He won't deny that.]

I really do apologize. [He says, moving to sit down. And...he lets out a short huff.] I don't mean to be rude. Quite the contrary. I think its just...I think when I first saw you, and understood who you were, I wondered if the Lord was trying to test me a little. Like, "here's a saint, better be on your best behavior"!

[Its like sending someone from the HOA to check out your pretty messy home and it just feels awkward as hell. Hansa shakes his head, rubbing at his eye.]

I've been trying to play up to the Lord's expectations, not yours.

[discernments]

[ That makes her smile a little. Okay, it makes her genuinely smile. It's something that she's glad to hear, for him to think of the Lord first. ]

I believe you are doing admirably. For all that you try to act as if you are blasphemous, you do not seem to act as if you have turned your back on anyone.

[ Not where she can see, anyway. ]

Of course I support you being on your best behavior, but I also want you to behave as who you truly are. That is what He would want, as well.

[ They don't have free will for nothing. ]

[robopriest]

"Act as if I'm blasphemous"? Haha. That's a way to describe me, I guess.

[And a shrug.]

I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Jeanne. You're far more down to earth than I expected a saint to be.

[discernments]

I have always been a simple girl from the country first before anything else.

[ She keeps telling people this. ]

That will not change.

[ unless memloss happens ]

[robopriest]

I suppose so. And I appreciate it.

[A nod. Also beeguns at Ara.]

...I guess I'll ask, since I'm curious. Your position as a Saint...it really doesn't change the way you see yourself?

[discernments]

[ Jeanne is silent for a moment, and when she next speaks, her voice is quiet but clear and there is a noticeable weight to how she holds herself. ]

No, because I have never once considered myself a saint.

[robopriest]

[He's a bit surprised by that, but then his expression grows somber.]

And why is that?

[discernments]

I accept that it is something others call me.

[ It is a title and mantle that she will shoulder and wear, if it's what others need and want, but it has never been one she wanted. It has never been one that she thought was correct. ]

But I have committed too many sins.

[robopriest]

[hm]

And what sins are those? Are you the type that judges yourself more than others judge you?

[discernments]

Hansa, you know my history, don't you? How much blood do you think is on my hands?

You know the Ten Commandments.

[robopriest]

Haha.

[And his grin curves upward.]

So what? I've got blood on my hands, too. But its all right because its sanctified by the Church, right?

[The way he says it, its like he understands how terrible that statement is. He's fully aware of it.]

[discernments]

You know better than that.

[ She hears his tone, and she isn't going to entertain otherwise. ]

I chose a path of bloodshed. I won't excuse it for what it isn't.

[robopriest]

Haha. Do I?

[He continues smiling like a fox - his views on the Church, even as embedded as he is, aren't exactly clean-cut, pure.]

And what would you do, if you got the chance to do it all over?

[discernments]

Not everyone who believes in the same God share the same views or can agree with one another. After all, you know how I met my end.

[ It was those who believed, as she did, that burned her. ]

I would walk the same path. I do not believe my actions were a mistake.

[ Did she carve herself with sin? Yes, but she knew exactly what would happen the moment she set out from her small village. ]

[robopriest]

Of course I do. The Church itself is built on paradox. They preach justice and peace, and yet make a man like me.

[And that's the answer he expected.]

A sin...a mistake...I guess they can be two different things. The wrong thing to do, but the right thing to do at the same time.