So far, I've got, in this order: Rem, Vash, Legato, Wolfwood, and Milly.
IF THERE’S A GOD IN DEEP SPACE...
The crew comes to me for spiritual advice. I’m not a chaplain, and have never been one. Maybe it’s just because I believe that God will lead us to a new home. Optimism.
At the same time, I think he’s laughing at us, if he exists at all. In the emptiness, perhaps we’re alone.
I was sent two angels. My boys. I rescued them from the crew. I think they came as a sign that we are not alone. I’ve missed Alex, and felt alone. Now I have them to fill my days.
I believe they will guide us home.
DEVIL IN A RED COAT
I’ve been called an angel. I’ve been called a devil. I’m certainly not an angel, though Wolfwood seems to think so.
I carry a Bible in my duffle bag. I pray because she taught me to. I wonder if God listens, though. I wonder if he exists to listen. I keep my prayers private, in the quiet hours of the night. I fear my faith might be misplaced, so I rarely speak of it. I’ve needed something to believe, to keep going all these years...
I’m not good. I’m a devil, but I believe because she would want me to.
THE UNTOUCHABLE GOD
I stand, watching His form behind the glass. I am alone, except for Him.
He will come out soon.
My subordinates wonder why I come here to gaze upon Him.
There is much talk. They say that I have “desires” for Him. They suspect that we were lovers before the wounds of July forced him to take his rest.
They are the lowest humans, only considering their base lusts. Such blasphemy. They are men without faith. They do not understand pure adoration.
I stare up at the Master. Do those who adore the Blessed Virgin wish to deflower her?
THE OBLIGATORY WOLFWOOD STORY
Sure, I’m a priest. No one takes the word of a priest anymore.
There are many sects of Christianity. I am certainly not mainstream.
My sect is one of mysticism. We seek to set things right – to free the angels men have bound and to help them dispense holy judgment upon sinners.
My friend acts more Christian than I do. I hate him.
Of course he is a better man than I am. He is an angel. He refuses to judge. Instead, he gets hurt.
I’ve been charged to guard and to guide an angel. He doesn’t make it easy.
The priest wanted me to eat sandwiches, but he’s undressing!
Is this right? My big, big sister told me that priests didn’t do this sort of thing. I wanted to comfort him. I held him while he cried, but now he’s taking his pants off.
“Nicholas? Shouldn’t we marry first?”
I’m worried God will be mad at us. My grandma said that God didn’t like men and women even seeing each other naked if they weren’t married. I believe what my family taught me. I want to do the right thing.
Nicholas tells me that love is God’s greatest gift.