"No, it ain't. WHOEVER TOLD YOU THAT TALE NEEDS THEIR PAN CRUSHED. No motherfucker is supposed to bore. THAT IS A LODE OF EMPIRICAL RABBLING BULLSHIT TWISTED BY FUCKERS WHAT AIN'T GOT NUGS ATTACHED PROPER ENOUGH TO KNOW FOR GRAND TRUTHS OF THE HOLY," He says. "Fuck that unrighteous noise."

He looks the Helmsman over and gives particular note to the drying color on each of their hands.

"CONSIDER IT CHANCE THEN. Let it never be said one of the church knew no mercies. LET SUCH NOISE NEVER BE SPOKE OF. Said at you wove good tale, I did. STILL HAVE AT CHANCE TO MAKE ONE WITH DEATH AND LIFE, SHOULD A HELMSMAN SO CHOOSE. As Messiahs intended."