[center][h2]Gillian[/h2][/center]

Gillian grinned viciously as their resident immortal cornered Lord Velbrance. Part of him wished the woman's impulse control would slip for a moment, just enough that the mans wrist broke. It wouldn't be ideal, he knew. It was a controversy hey didn't really need at the moment. Besides, men like Velbrance had a history of ending up on the wrong side of the Rose's eventually, though not always fatally. [color=00aeef]"My irreverence is my own."[/color] Gill said, cutting in and gently attempting to pull Tyathe's hand away. Not terribly urgently however. 

[color=00aeef]"Whilst Sir Radistirin and yourself may disagree with me on the importance of theology, we can be agreed on the importance of Elione's example."[/color] He said evenly and loudly enough that whatever eaves droppers that might have congregated could understand him clearly. [color=00aeef]"My point was that there was nothing innately special about Elionne. She merely that she acted on a base impulse present in all people, that of protecting others. Be that with personal sacrifice or not. The only difference Elionne has from any other soul, as Tyathe is pointing out, is the extent to which she was willing to go in the name of that impulse."[/color] 

He released Tyathe's hand, freed of Velbrance's filth or not. [color=00aeef]"I have failed to meet that example in the past. Likely everyone here has. Hell, perhaps even Elionne has failed once or twice in such matters. And it is likely we will, in moments of weakness, fail again."[/color] He said, crossing his arms. 

[color=00aeef]"That, more than her sainthood, is the example that Elionne set that I choose to admire. That in the face of the inevitable failures that she might have suffered, she did NOT fail to maintain that base impulse and act on it at every opportunity she thought possible as so many of us do. Sainthood is the REWARD for that, and that is all it is. A reward. If Elionne never achieved it, then she'd still be someone to admired and emulated. So, I stand by what I said."[/color] He finished, glaring at the boy Lord. Oh the slimy fucker would find some way to put all that in a bad light, he was sure. 

He turned his gaze over to Fanlily. [color=00aeef]"Who cares about saints. The people who matter are the ones who will help. Saints might be in that category, they may at times define it, but they are not its sole occupants. Try and maybe fail to become a saint if you must, but never fail to be willing to help no matter the cost. That is all that I, or anyone else, should demand from a Captain. Or ourselves for that mater."[/color]