The priest let out a hearty laugh. "I'm glad to see someone appreciates church architecture as much as I do!" He brought a hand up to his chin in silent contemplation.
"I think the Christ Church Cathedral in Oxford is one of my favorite buildings. And it makes me a little sad that there aren't many architects and stone masons left in the world. We're sort of stuck with the structures that are already in place," he turned to look around. "Not that I'm ungrateful for current accommodations."
He turned back to Sebastian again. "Is that what you did before?"
Michael's life path had not changed much since the "end of the world". He still counseled lost souls and remained a man of faith. He'd grown up in that sort of lifestyle, and he was certain he'd die in it. And he was most certainly alright with that. It was sad that a younger man's life had been cut short while his still went on. But Michael was of the mind that everything had a reason. Even if that reason wasn't apparent.