George shrugged, leaning against Patrick's shoulder. Most days, he tried to file it all away under the various horrors of war that he'd experienced. It was easier that way, packing it all up into a little bundle that he could ignore or deal with as he chose. He wasn't sure he wanted to poke at it, to tell Patrick that some of his attackers had known he'd been a Saint and it had served as more motivation.
Instead he said, "The first time it happened was when I was being martyred. Obviously not, like, right when I was being martyred, but before. In the cells. A lot of the soldiers were angry, they felt like I'd been lying to them the whole time."