Lucius did not know if the priest was speaking to himself now, or to the god he so fervently believed in.
“How can one be so gifted, but ignorant of the purpose and potential of his own life?”
“I know my purpose!” Lucius said. “I tried to help the world, but evil men got in the way.”
Gilmore shook his head. “Not evil men, Lucius Metellus Anguis. Yourself! You say you know your purpose, but do you truly know yourself? You have travelled far, but not travelled at all. The Christus suffered in the desert of his mind with singular purpose, and emerged with purpose. You…you have emerged with hate and anger, and you will burn us all if you continue in this way.”
Lucius felt rage building inside, and it scared him. Leave now, Gilmore! he thought, and a moment later, he found himself alone, st
