( A....holy relic? That's right, Diarmuid's... he's a monk, he's... of God. Peter's slowly remembering these details about his dear friend. Diarmuid had prayed with, for, him once. It had been... comforting, despite Peter's uncertainties regarding spirituality, God.
But the other thing in him flinches from Diarmuid's words, still shaken by what had happened. It doesn't quite understand its own relationship with God; Paimon isn't quite a Biblical entity, but the lines of everything are strange and blurred, and perhaps somewhere along his ancient lifetime, what is known as "God" has been his enemy, too. The rock... the relic, frightens him.
Peter takes a little step back from that pained expression on his friend's face, almost involuntarily. )
We don't like it. ( The demon's still present, even if it hides in him now. It dares to move to the surface again, though not fully; Paimon and Peter speak together for a moment, aligned by their discomfort of the item. ) It hurts you.... It hurts us.... Must you keep it?
( Guys... You can't just ask Diarmuid to get rid of his very important holy relic just because you don't like it... )
...Your God is not even here. ( He, they, add — snapping the words a little more harshly than Peter would ever mean. )
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But the other thing in him flinches from Diarmuid's words, still shaken by what had happened. It doesn't quite understand its own relationship with God; Paimon isn't quite a Biblical entity, but the lines of everything are strange and blurred, and perhaps somewhere along his ancient lifetime, what is known as "God" has been his enemy, too. The rock... the relic, frightens him.
Peter takes a little step back from that pained expression on his friend's face, almost involuntarily. )
We don't like it. ( The demon's still present, even if it hides in him now. It dares to move to the surface again, though not fully; Paimon and Peter speak together for a moment, aligned by their discomfort of the item. ) It hurts you.... It hurts us.... Must you keep it?
( Guys... You can't just ask Diarmuid to get rid of his very important holy relic just because you don't like it... )
...Your God is not even here. ( He, they, add — snapping the words a little more harshly than Peter would ever mean. )