[ WP ] Two men entering an ancient catacomb : `` You think that cross is gon na keep you safe , old man ? '' `` Safer than your gun , I think ''

`` Do you think that cross will do you any good?'' 
 
 He felt at his neck, hands running over the tarnished, silver pendant. He held a glass lantern in his other hand, lit with a flickering glow. 
 
 He smiled. 
 
 `` I have faith.'' he said, grinning as he saw his companion grimace. `` It helps a little when faced with deep darkness.'' 
 
 The mercenary snorted at him, `` Yeah? I doubt it'll help much if they find us. What'll you do? Pray and hope that God sends down fire on the heathens?'' 
 
 `` God does n't need me to advise him on how to smite the wicked.'' He stepped confidently into the darkness, chuckling slightly as he heard the mercenary's teeth grinding. `` I'd imagine he'd know that a fire would be pretty unhelpful for us here in this enclosed space anyway.'' 
 
 The uneven brick passages of the ancient catacombs stretched out before him, laden with half-buried skulls and cobwebs. 
 
 `` You're a dead man walking. The Argemon are after us.'' the mercenary tried again, `` Why are n't you afraid at all?'' 
 
 He looked at the tall, muscled man. The mercenary's large carbine rifle glowed dully against his shoulder. 
 
 `` Why are you still with me?'' he wondered instead, `` I ca n't pay you anymore and this... pilgrimage of mine is definitely getting more dangerous for you than is worth your while.'' 
 
 The mercenary was quiet for a long moment. 
 
 `` Someone's got to take care of you.'' the mercenary said at last. `` You're too naive for your own good, Priest.'' 
 
 He chuckled. A pause, `` You're a godsend.'' he told the man with a straight face. 
 
 The mercenary snorted, `` I ca n't tell whether you're joking or not.'' 
 
 He shrugged, `` Maybe I was. I am a little afraid I admit, even if I do n't show it. A little tense. My faith in God is n't as complete as I'd wish for it to be.'' 
 
 They walked deeper into the maze of bones and dust, entering a half-sunken chamber filled with evenly placed tombs. 
 
 `` It's going to get you killed one day.'' the mercenary told him. `` This naive... faith of yours.'' 
 
 `` We'll see,'' he smiled in the darkness, releasing his cross. He was surrounded by death. 
 
 But he did n't feel alone. 
 
 `` We'll see.''
