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You follow the new sister, Sister Genevieve you think, to another patient. A grown man, thrashing madly with fever and babbling his foreign language in a panic as orderlies move to hold him down. You notice suddenly that the new sister is carrying a lot of bandages. And a very sharp knife. You see the restrained man’s infected broken arm, rotten through with gangrene, and put two and two together. You baulk, taken aback by yet another new horror. Sister Genevieve, a surprisingly tall woman with a heart-shaped face and sad smile, notices your hesitation.
<span class="mu-i">“ Look past your own trials and remember that there are those less fortunate than yourselves, and find the strength in yourself to help them.”</span> Surrounded by the dead and dying in this place, you find it obscene to see such beauty framed in the coif of a nun here of all places. Her eyes are sad, like her smile, and without condemnation. <span class="mu-i">“Adam, Chapter III.”</span>
Angel in Heaven, the Almighty surely loves to test his followers...
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“I… I can’t. Reginae have mercy, but I can’t.” By the all the Saints, mercy. You cannot stand this any longer. You are a knight, a warrior, not a nun. You feel as much use here as a pitchfork in pigshit. The sisters would do better with your coin than your hands, surely? You double, no triple, your charity and make your excuses. You need to check on your companions before the Long Walk at any rate. But inside, you hate the weakness you've show here today. [Haughty]
>“Forgive me, sister. Angel, grant me strength.” You whisper the last. Weakness in the face of the enemy is unacceptable. True, the enemy here is human suffering and all the plagues of the world, but your duty is the same. You must face this as a man, lend aid where you can, and use this lesson to value the good works of those you are sworn to defend. [Hearty]
>“Verse XIV…” You shut your mouth and press on, shamed to silence. This nun, far from weak, is in her way God’s own chosen warrior on this particular battlefield. Here, you are a mere squire. But you will learn. And perhaps in the future you might even consider doing more good for your fellow man through the medicines of the Ordo Medicae than the laws of the Ordo Praetor. [Idealist]
