"…Those are certainly high hopes, Verdant," Oliver said. "Progress is what you point me towards again, as a solution?"
"Has it not always been thus?" Verdant said, smiling. "You have founded yourself upon it. There are those that worship it, but you seem as if you have fallen in love with it. Is there anything you would prefer to rely on than that?"
"Tsch… You've certainly retained your talent for smooth talking, Verdant, even after all this time away from priesthood. Perhaps I could even say that you've gotten worse," Oliver said, fighting against the smile that threatened to return itself.
