Kenik: Oh fuck your dad is here.
Ithicus: It's good to see you too, Kenik. Why have you come? Do you need absolution again?
Kenik: Shit, I was just stopping by to say hi to Marek, but uhhhhh, what the hell is going on?
Marek: Waves.
Ithicus: You will watch your language within the bounds of this church. You say you care deeply about the gods, well, then know that the Mother hears and is harmed by every vulgar word you speak.
Kenik: Ahh, I'm sorry, I try but my fuc- my damn- my dad just says this shit all the time. I don't even notice when I do it.
Ithicus: Sigh. We were currently about to head back and read the book of the Prophet. Did you need something of any importance?
Kenik: I mean not really, I guess. I just wanted to go throw the horseshoe around.
Marek: That would be fun! Could I, dad?
Ithicus: No. Not until you've finished reading today.
Marek: Ugh, but the Prophet is so boring. And really vicious, too. It makes me uncomfortable whenever we get to the parts about killing witches. He isn't even a god, so I think it's kinda weird that he gets to tell us what to do like that.
Ithicus: The king tells us what to do, and he isn't even so much as a priest. The Prophet Marek lives still in our capital after a hundred years, proof of his Eternity as gifted by Ouroborous. His word is divine, even though he may not be a god. The book of the Prophet is the most important book of any, alongside the book of Ouroboros. It is why I named you Marek, my son. You are to inherit the divine word.
Kenik: Wait, you're gonna read the Prophet? That sounds actually pretty fuckin cool.
Ithicus: You are… interested?
Kenik: Uh, yeah. I pray to the gods all the time but they never say anything back. I get some fu- some signs or whatever but that's it. But the Prophet is a guy. If we went to the capital, we could talk to him. That's crazy. And he's got the same sign as me.
Ithicus: The words you use to express these feelings are less than ideal, but you are quite correct. The Prophet is wonderous. Awesome, in the truest sense of the word.
Marek: Okay you say that now but Kenik, wait until you, like, read this guy. HIs writing is sooooooo booooooooriiiiiiiing.
Ithicus: Marek! Do not speak of the Prophet in this way!
Marek: Sorry, dad...
Ithicus: ...Kenik, would you care to join us in reading the book of the Prophet?
Kenik: Uh, fuck yeah.
Ithicus: And Marek, would this make the reading more tolerable?
Marek: Wait, so I would, like, read it to him?
Ithicus: Indeed.
Marek: O- okay, yeah! I'll do it.
Marek: And I'll talk to Kenik about the plan after. That should work.
Ithicus: Good, good. Let's go.
