Like the saint.
Afon and Reuben don't know that, of course. Not yet, anyway.
Worldbuild-y shit under the cut.
Awhile back, I listened to an interview with an escapee of a fundamentalist Mormon sect; the kind notorious for mass-excommunicating male teenagers and young men, so the church's elders can hoard multiple wives.
Yeah.
Anyway, she was describing how once, she was waiting in line somewhere, and realized a Black person had gotten in line behind her. She'd been raised believing people with dark skin were marked by her god as evil, and inherently dangerous. They were the descendants of rebellious angels; literal demons. And now, one was right behind her.
She proceeded to have a complete, total, silent nervous collapse. Over that. Just that.
I figure Afon could relate. Being incorporated into someone's personal cosmology in a profoundly disquieting and unhinged way was probably something he was prepped for, though.
Anyway, here's a much cooler version of the hymn Agnes is singing.
