The clouds crackled, the thunder erupted, and the rain showered, yet the world seemed so silent at that moment.
"How far must a mind be pushed for it to become so hopeless? That one can think of no other way of liberation but to kill oneself?" Sylvester wondered vocally and pushed back Augustus' body so it could rest.
"Augustus, I understand why the church has been getting weaker since its inception. It turns out, the church itself is its own biggest enemy."
"Maxy, why didn't you save him?" Miraj asked in a low, sad voice from underneath Sylvester's robes, near the chest.
Sylvester sighed and brushed Miraj's hair with his palms. "I know a broken man when I see one. He had made up his mind, and sometimes, you should respect a man's choice no matter what. Even if I had saved him, he'd have been like an empty husk with no emotions."
