Re: Sunday Service: Mercy/Shiloh
Shiloh did bonding. He'd bonded with all his foster siblings, and he didn't hold them responsible for thinking him guilty of murder, not to this very day. He knew they could all picture themselves being pushed to the point of killing Mother, so there wasn't any doubt that the most ill-behaved among them had been pushed to the breaking point. They all wanted to kill her, at one time or another, and he was just the supposed trigger puller, or paperweight wielder, but that didn't have the same sort of ring. But he was a bonder. He'd been a baby when he'd come to live at the Fairchild Home Of Silver Spoons And Lucky Orphans, and he'd loved each and every sibling in his own way. They had their own hierarchy, and they were each other's packmates in a way, seeing as Mother kept them isolated and away from any other children for fear of social contamination.
But all that was neither here nor there. It was Pastor Browning standing outside that white steeple and speaking for Jesus. Blame the crucifix, but it was becoming surprisingly easy to become someone new when he stepped into the good pastor's shoes. It wasn't Shiloh Fairchild wearing a costume anymore. It was Pastor Browning for good and proper.
"False idols," he said of saints. His tone held chastisement mixed with playfulness. Had he procured himself a cross belonging to a good protestant, then he would've been a whole lot more serious about the issue of saints. But the man currently making him give any type of shit about the town's souls, that man hadn't cared much about inconsequential things like denominations. He followed up the teasing with a mild smile. "I suspect they'll send a grown-up pastor to teach me the error of my ways sooner rather than later." He was only the assistant-pastor, after all, but it hadn't taken him long back home to realize Repose wasn't going to keep any truly pious man for long.
"I expect most people around these parts wouldn't know a dirty air filter from clean," he mused, and he leaned in some little bit to confide, "I wouldn't," and then he merely smiled and glanced on over to the Catholic church across the way. If there weren't so many people about, he would've even made a sign of the cross.