"Eh?"
"That mutant this afternoon—"
"Don't speak of him," Santana said.
"But he bothers me, Santana. I can't get him out of my mind, him or that crazy nonsense he was muttering."
"That was not nonsense," the Archbishop said in a hollow voice. "He struck at the heart, that man."
"I don't understand."
"You yourself made the same comment earlier, when you remarked that I, a man of God, am with you to participate in this unholy mission. Why, you ask. You asked me if I were not risking my immortal soul by accompanying you."
"And you said—"
"I said that I had little to risk. Strange words, coming from an Archbishop, but my soul is long since forfeit. God works in strange ways, and so his servants follow."
"You're still talking in riddles," Kesley complained. "Why did you come along, then, if you knew it would damn you?"