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Interacting with: Father Walter [@vancexentan][/center]

For a few long moments, James didn't speak. His eyes drifted back to his bolt in his hand and his grip tightened underneath Walter's hand. Was he honestly about give up the last thing that reminded of his purpose in this war? Yes, it was causing him pain, but he had become numb to the sensation as he had grown into this world of magi and assassins. Still, that dull ache in the back of his mind was a reminder that this wasn't a game, it was very much the war its name said it to be. He briefly closed his eyes and exhaled before he opened them again to settle on those of the Father in front of him.

[color=dimgray]"It's my decision to remain in this war, so It's not fair to burden you like that. I'll use this as my catalyst. Thank you for the offer though, Father. Please, take care of Amina's body in case I don't make it out of this war alive."[/color]

He slowly withdrew his hand to replace the crossbow bolt back into his coat before slowly rising from his seat and adjusting his coat with a respectful bow to Walter. Strapping the twin pistols back onto his legs and replacing the katana onto his waist, he turned to face the clergyman one last time as he made to leave the church. 

[color=dimgray]"Again, thank you for your help. If you'll excuse me, I have a war to fight."[/color]