Lucas shakes his head. "I am not a priest of your people, it is not for me to either accept or deny any penance. You have to make peace with yourself and your spirits, and I hope that it is within you to do so. But that is for you, and for your spirits to judge, not for me."
He sighs. Being the hardass is not in his job description usually.
"I do sense the presence of my mother the Earth and my father the sky very strongly here though. If you will grant me leave to do so, for a time, while those who will accept food and drink with you take it, I would like to wander a while, and speak with them a time. Perhaps I can learn more of why so many of the spirits of earth and sky and water here are so hurt and so angry, so I can begin to heal their wounds, and the primal spirits here can begin to heal mine... the magic of the ritual was a thing of great darkness, and it will weigh on my heart for a time still. While it does, I do not think I can stay too nearby for too long."
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