It is a story of ruined expectations and anxious impatience. The acolyte is not even agressive, probably just going home from an exhaustng 12 hour night shift, carrying some cash he managed to get for his family. Thinking they will celebrate his paycheck is some place nice.
When he met me I saw it in his eyes. Though tired he still looked very much inspired. And I did what I have to do. Catacombs is not a place for feelings and compassion. It is either you or him and I've made my choice. Every man for himself.
