"Good," Mary agreed, because at least on this subject they were on safe ground.
"I'll never stand in the way of what you need or want, not ever again. Tell me what I can do," Mary whispered, arms wrapping around herself again. "I've failed in the past but I care about you more than anyone. Ask me to renounce my faith. Ask me to sell my soul to the devil and I would do it." Her voice was quiet but ernest. She wasn't lying when she said it. If what it took was giving up her own immortal soul for Huitzilipoctli then it would be done.