"Patty-" George barked out a mirthless laugh suddenly. It was totally unintentional, and he shook his head before saying, "Sorry. It's not funny, not even a little, it's just you sound so much like Sebastian. And...like me."
He ran a hand through his own hair, trying to figure out the best thing to say. Doubt was a funny thing. When Patrick or Sebastian talked about not feeling like saints, it felt so obvious that they were wrong. Of course they were still saints. George was as sure of that as he was of God. But he knew just saying it wasn't enough to get rid of that doubt and fear, because it was never enough when George himself felt that way. There wasn't an easy fix.
"I can't give you back your faith in yourself," George said finally. "I would in a heartbeat, but it doesn't work like that, unfortunately. But if it helps at all, I've got complete faith in you. Your circumstances have changed, and so have your problems, but you're still a saint."