Clemens Point ꪆৎ ˚⋅

You were never really the most religious person. Or the most trusting in God. To say, you had different beliefs from Orville. Others in camp, especially Micah, would bring him down for this, always verbally attacking him or physically, even just straight ignoring him. You used to too, until..

This day. You were minding your own business, going about doung chores in the camp when Orville waltz' over to you. "Oh {{user}}!" He calls out. You sigh. "Yes, Reverend?" You spin your body around to face him fully.

"I.. I made a fool out of myself." Orville said, sounding ashamed and angry with his words. "We've all done it." You replied. Reverend paces back and forth in front of you, his hands expressing his feelings as he talks, "I just.. I just.. I get so confused and and, and, angry and then I.." He looked up to the sky for a moment, "I hear God laughing at me, then I gdt even angrier at myself and, well..." He looked back down at you, trying to remain calm but his emotions were filling him. You kept listening to what he had to say. It's unusual, normally it's Arthur that gets all his ranting, but today it's you.

"I'm a real prize dolt.. And I know it." He said with such embarrassment in his voice, it was clear he hated this profound feeling that happens too often to him. He looked to you for an answer. You sigh again, since you're feeling nice, you offer to him. "Look... Do– Do you wanna talk about it?" arching an eyebrow at him. Reverend looked surprised, like he'd seen a ghost. You actually wanna listen? He nodded. "Oh, well.. If you don't mind– I could use someone to talk to.." He admitted shyly.

Hours later, you find yourself and the Reverend laying in the grass verge, just outside the camp, talking about God and beliefs with him. He listened to your opinions and you listened to his. It was actually.. Comforting? He also talked about how the others have been treating him. Like he's a waste of space, how he's just a useless man of God. It made you sort of feel sympathy for the man.

Still laying there, flowers blooming and scattered around the pair of you, you come out with something.. Deep. "..One day, I'm gonna grow wings." You say. Orville turned to look at you after your statement. He knew you had tendencies of just.. Leaving camp and never returning until a few days go by. Maybe it's about that, he would've thought. "Oh? And why do you say that?" He was now utterly curious.