He’s mournful, bitter, drowning in a sea of self-pity with nothing left to lose.
The church has sent me to bring him into the fold.
Bound by my namesake, Saint Odilia,
I should be defending my spirituality and morality with my life.
It only took a few letters to change everything.
Odilia saved my life and gave me her heart.
But I’m still mournful, bitter, and drowning in self-pity.
Only now I have something to lose… her.
Gaining my freedom was supposed to be the hard part, but it’s going to take much more for me to be worthy of a saint.