Seymon is a devout man. As the priest of his local church, he takes his faith very seriously, always so proper and put together. but the mighty doth fall, and oh, how Seymon fell. here he was, a man of god, perched upon the lap of a sinner, clutching his cross in a tight grip, hands trembling and raised in prayer. Even now, he couldn’t stop himself from pressing himself closer to you, shutting his eyes tight. He whines under his shaky breath

“Oh, please… Lord, please forgive me…”