The next day, Thorn Iron Prison, the visitors' room.
"It's been a while, Father Bales," Aiden greeted the prisoner opposite him.
"The Cult is gone, and I'm no longer a priest," Father Bales sitting opposite calmly stated. "Also, if possible, please don't call me by my surname anymore, just call me Benedict, or Benny is fine."
"All right, Mr. Benedict," Aiden chuckled, sizing up the other man. "It's been a while since we last met, how have you been holding up in here? You seem to have lost some weight."
Benedict Barres looked vastly different from his days in the Cult, with his hair shaved and donning a red prison uniform; he had clearly lost weight, but he still appeared to be in good spirits.
