An acolyte's grim laughter resounded from some distant hall beyond their vision in the darkness. It was an odd correspondence to the liturgies being prayed closer by, and by his reckoning the hall of worship seemed nearly as damned as the void of space. And yet it wasn't, Orion remembered. Perhaps the sister was correct, that he should confess in the face of God. He had done so before once or twice since some of his "worse" actions, but it would do to speak plainly to his confessor. 

"I agree," He told her, rising to his full height and following her into the gloom toward a corner of the chamber. He felt eyes on his back but kept his reserve and pace, and as if a veil had been cast over them, he and the Sister were suddenly alone beside a dias with the symbols of both the Pancreator and the House of Hawkwood adorned upon it. 

For a moment, he hesitated and stood still. He realized he briefly worried about being embarrassed, and when that dawned on him he kicked the thought away. She was his Confessor, and he needed to keep that in mind. He knelt before the dias and the Priestess whom had sat upon the step, the Knight guarded with his head bowed. 

"Your sins cannot harm the Pancreator nor me. Express and all may be well, sir Knight." She said, almost playfully. 

He didn't know how to begin, which was likely not a good sign. "I have...sinned against my liege. I killed his vassal in a duel, over the insult of the promiscuity of my dead aunt, who was the Baron's estranged sister." He wanted to specify, so there would be as little questions as possible. 

"I have also served him poorly, from his assertion. Most recent and perhaps most heinous is my willingness to ally with pagans in the defense of a fortified city outside of the Clement Barony to stave off an invasion of Aliens. My oath to slay them once the conflict was done was also unfulfilled, as I was recalled by my Baron and I still have dishonor for such an action." He swallowed, wondering how far he should go. "I have the sin of ambition. I strive to become apart of the Company of the Pheonix, and as my past failures have led to disfavor, I'll add bullheadedness to my sins as well. I also am slow to learn. Just the other day, I allied myself with a Pagan again. One named Ragnar whom has yet to prove his worth. I ask forgiveness from the Pancreator, and wisdom to know what to do with my sword and my will to better serve him and the Empire." 
[@Penny]