To put my restless soul at ease in my final moments, hm? [that would take about ten priests more and possibly an exorcist... but it's the thought that counts, right?? too bad he doesn't have more appreciation in him... being a fattydingdongs food vacuum priest is such a thankless job.

he flips the book over before setting it down on his lap and folding his hands primly over its blank cover.]

Did you do it for me, I wonder? Am I what brought you here so quickly?