“What are you asking God for?”
I opened my eyes slightly and glanced at him, who was staring at me boredly. I took his palms and clasped them together in front of my chest.
“That’s a secret. You can pray to God yourself.”
“I never pray.”
“Then start praying now. It's not too late. God is merciful.”
Oh, I almost laughed when I saw Joshua in this basilica. He looked out of place, and he stood out too much among the devoutly praying saints. His black clothing contrasted sharply with the congregation's mostly white attire. Joshua was the only one wearing black here. For them, white symbolizes something more sacred, while black is synonymous with death, sorrow, or even evil. It certainly suited Joshua's personality.
I opened my eyes slightly to peek at him. Joshua wasn't praying, of cours
