"I never really liked church, either," Nadine admits. "I liked the stories, but...it always seemed like the God priests talked about and the one in the stories were different. But maybe they were right after all."

God, she's certain, is long done with her. She was a fallen woman, and had probably been damned since she was twelve. But God had never helped her, had never been there before, had never spoken to her. Flagg had.

It probably doesn't even matter in the long run anyway.

"...you want me to teach you?" That directs Nadine's attention away from her darker thought. She smiles, leaning into the bars. "Of course I would. We'll have to get a little creative, I don't have much in the way of writing supplies or anything, but...I'll figure it out." She's sure she can get her hands on something, and she's not about to deny someone who wants to learn.

And she likes to teach.