"Yes, I find our faith's are tested every day, including my own. Please trust, I'm not here to attend to any priestly duties. I'm just a civilian like any other," he said, trying to chuckle. The laugh was forced, and even he knew it. Truth be told, he knew he could never be just a civilian. Not when the weight of his name followed him everywhere.
When he joined the Church, he knew he was giving up his title, his stature, in order to serve a higher power. The hope was to be able to do good in more ways than where he was, that was his hope... Little did he know the bad that would come with it. But with power came the need for it's responsible application, and not all within the Order were fond of restraint.
"I'm sorry, though, to hear of your loss. You have my condolences. And I understand what it can be like to have a realm of purpose thrust upon you, and all the expectations that come with it," he went on carefully, tone growing more solemn. "But...is it only the troubles of losing your family and marriage that way on your mind? Or is there something more?"