[ Matt's had faith as long as he's had magic. Maybe even before. It's just never fit neatly into how other people have described the sensation--the allegiance to tradition, the orthodoxy of mind, the stability. To him, faith and magic are the same depthless ocean. They're unknowable and dangerous and even, potentially, consuming; that's what makes them so satisfying. Part of Matt wants to know everything about the universe, from the biggest star to the smallest molecule. But part of him is happiest in the seeking.
For a moment, he breathes, craning into the sudden silence.
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For a moment, he breathes, craning into the sudden silence.
Then: ]
... Father Abel? You still here?