[ He appreciates the slower pace, and lets out a huff at the question. What even is a pope? He would've been whipped even more often if he had to address the ushman as pope with a straight face.
Jack kids, but he gets an actual answer: ]
Kahlil. Holiest of the Kahlirash'im. That was my title. The church is gone, though. [ He glances at Jack, and there's something in his expression that's suddenly very serious. ]
What did you see?
[ In his glimpse. He thought, maybe, that he wouldn't want to know. But he should. He should hear it. There's so much of his memory that still doesn't fit, and what Jack has seen was part of that. His other life, a fantasy he might've wished for himself once upon a time. ]
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Jack kids, but he gets an actual answer: ]
Kahlil. Holiest of the Kahlirash'im. That was my title. The church is gone, though. [ He glances at Jack, and there's something in his expression that's suddenly very serious. ]
What did you see?
[ In his glimpse. He thought, maybe, that he wouldn't want to know. But he should. He should hear it. There's so much of his memory that still doesn't fit, and what Jack has seen was part of that. His other life, a fantasy he might've wished for himself once upon a time. ]