Michael nodded as Sebastian talked of his previous career. Sebastian was a man of science. Michael, while respectful of the sciences for what they accomplished, was not a man of science himself. Though sometimes, it seemed that it was easier to explain the scientific side of the spectrum than the metaphysical side of the spectrum. But Michael wasn't against a good challenge every once in a while.
"I'm not Catholic either. I'm Anglican, which would technically fall under Protestantism, though we've got a lot of catholic liturgy. But I've done quite a bit of branching out into other branches of Christianity as well, to better serve the survivors," he returned his arms to a crossed position over his chest. "The great thing about Christianity, is that most of the branches are from the same tree, so it translates quite nicely. And these days the lines blur a lot more."
The lines blurred more now than he would have liked. If he held more sermons, they'd have been a lovely conglomeration of everything he'd learned in his lifetime along with some most likely skewed facts or myths. So Michael preferred the one on ones. Talking to his visitors than preaching to them. He figured that those here at Sing Sing knew of the possible fate they faced, and were of sound enough minds to know to seek out their own salvation. He was content to sit back until his services were requested. After all, he did believe in the power of prayer.
He nodded in agreement about the buildings. "I am quite fond of Catholic churches. There are some beautiful Protestant ones as well. I took refuge for a night in a rather nice Methodist church. It had some of the nicest stained glass windows I've ever seen."