As far as Clovis was concerned, he was curious to see Timoteo's reaction to this man's claims. The bishop was an open and honest man, but surely, even he had a limit.
When the words came out of the man's mouths, Clovis waited. Timoteo's face remained blank for a moment, and Clovis couldn't help but to feel a certain sense of victory. Of course the whole premise was impossible. Of course this man couldn't be a fallen God, as he claimed. There was no such thing.
Timoteo stared for a moment; but then his face softened, as he tilted it slightly to the side. "Is that so?" he asked at first. "This is unfortunate. I learned of a sky God many, many moons ago, but the name eludes me," he added, and he stroke his chin. "And now I wonder if we had even learned his name at all."
"I'm sorry to hear that," he went on to say, and he faltered where he would have used an honorific for the fallen God. Calling him "sir" seemed improper. But what else to call him? "I'm not sure what we can do. How long have you been here, as a man? At most, we can offer you lodging during this difficult time." For the time being, that seemed like the best thing to do, to give this fallen God some time to get used to this whole thing.
And throughout this entire conversation, Clovis's face went from a satisfactory victory, to a ghost who couldn't believe a thing of what he had just heard.
A face which didn't discourage Timoteo from giving help to this man. "We will do our best to help you in this difficult time. What is your name?"
When the words came out of the man's mouths, Clovis waited. Timoteo's face remained blank for a moment, and Clovis couldn't help but to feel a certain sense of victory. Of course the whole premise was impossible. Of course this man couldn't be a fallen God, as he claimed. There was no such thing.
Timoteo stared for a moment; but then his face softened, as he tilted it slightly to the side. "Is that so?" he asked at first. "This is unfortunate. I learned of a sky God many, many moons ago, but the name eludes me," he added, and he stroke his chin. "And now I wonder if we had even learned his name at all."
"I'm sorry to hear that," he went on to say, and he faltered where he would have used an honorific for the fallen God. Calling him "sir" seemed improper. But what else to call him? "I'm not sure what we can do. How long have you been here, as a man? At most, we can offer you lodging during this difficult time." For the time being, that seemed like the best thing to do, to give this fallen God some time to get used to this whole thing.
And throughout this entire conversation, Clovis's face went from a satisfactory victory, to a ghost who couldn't believe a thing of what he had just heard.
A face which didn't discourage Timoteo from giving help to this man. "We will do our best to help you in this difficult time. What is your name?"