"All my life, I tried to see the good in people but ended up seeing the bad... I just hope that you, my daughters, will never stray from your paths."
The pope placed his sick hand on each of the warrior nuns' heads as if blessing them one last time.
"Listen to me now," the old Pope said, pausing for a few seconds. "I want you, my daughters, to leave the Vatican."
"Father, what are you talking about?"
The saintess and her siblings had never imagined the Pope would say such a thing.
As far as they could remember, they had lived their entire lives in the Vatican, filled with happy, wonderful memories.
This was their home.
"I know what I am asking is too much, asking you to leave your home, but it is for the best. The Vatican has changed. It is no longer a place where people come seeking salvation, redemption, or Christ."
