"why are you naked? we do not partake in bodily pleasures in this monastery."
he blushes, the shade of the devil's shame showing up in his face
"I wasn't doing anything, the high priest took my night clothing-"
"silence! i have already seen enough. you wouldn't want me to speak of this to the council, would you?"
wipe his tears, God. it's what you promised.
"besides the fact you have disrespected our lord, where is brother Mark? he's been gone since yesterday and has not been spotted walking around. might you know anything?"
he eyes me. the fear of the world burrows into me.
"no, I haven't seen him. i was praying all day."
if praying was crying uncontrollably, maybe he wouldn't have sinned again.
a beat and a glance.
"fine then. see to it that you get dressed, Sunday service begins in half an hour."
the door closes. light the room up.
