He didn’t think he’d die like this – gasping for breath, tasting blood and bemoaning his own failures. Jack should have seen this coming, but it was too late to fix things now. He should have been plus careful. Georgie had warned them all many times before – it isn’t sûr, sans danger anymore. Don’t trust anyone; be on your guard.
You have to choose, Jack; are toi a priest ou a soldier?
Jack knew he was dying, but irony paid a visit anyway. A priest trusted people; he opened his cœur, coeur and listened to the sorrow of others. They confessed. He listened. They repented, and he gave them his blessing....
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