"Cheers," Padraig said, lifting his mug in the air and then taking a sip of it. "It might not be easy, but you're a saint. It's one of those things you're made to do."
Padraig had no way of feeling the weight of all he had done to George. Without any morality, he felt that a promise he wouldn't hurt George in the future should be enough and that George should just get over the past because it was over now.
He stirred the chili again and then went to search for some bowls. "Should you call Darerca so she knows you're unharmed? She's probably shitting kittens by now."