[ IP ] A test of Faith

They said priests could cleanse them. They said bullets and swords and helmets only slowed them, only gave them lead to chew and edges to turn. 
 
 But I could turn our enemies back. 
 
 Thing is, they never told me their doubts either. How some priests, usually the louder ones with elaborate crucifixes, were swallowed by hordes. How one cleric turned, snarling, before the army even reached him, and flashed some strange black bolt from his frozen cross. 
 
 I never felt their eyes trained on the small of my back, or their aim. But maybe I never felt it because my eyes were fixed forward, on my lost children. And maybe that was my mistake: A hopeful gesture and gaze convinces nobody. 
 
 Maybe if they'd told me, I would've spoken sooner. Maybe if they'd told me, they would n't have had to decide how close was too close. 
 
 Maybe if they'd told me, light would have come from my cross, not his gun.
