At first, Paul stood there leaning on a mop, listening to the Chaplain tell his story. But as he listened, he was moved by the lofty ideals of his ancestors and the Order Heroes, and he dropped to one knee.
Look at Gotham now, dark and insane! God was right! The Order was right too!
Purifying this world with holy light and fire? What a magnificent goal! If that member of the Wayne Family had honored the agreement back then, everyone would surely be living better now, wouldn't they? Gotham would have become Heaven on Earth, wouldn't it?
Just hearing about it filled him with longing, as though even the pain in his body had faded away.
Yes, it was that miraculous. He could no longer feel the pain in his body. His entire being felt elevated.
At that moment, he finally felt the warmth of holy light. So God had kept him alive to suffer not because he had not atoned enough, but because he had only killed a little over a hundred thousand heathens in the past. He simply had not finished the job!
He had always thought that had been a mistake. The purification mission had actually been abandoned for decades. His cancer must have been the Lord urging him onward.
Now, he was awake. He understood. That was why the pain had faded away. It had to be.
In truth, he had simply suffered from a lack of education. Otherwise, with even a little common sense, he would have known that his excitement had triggered an adrenaline rush, temporarily blocking out the pain.
But the Priest nodded solemnly, placing a hand on his old friend's shoulder.
"Yes, Jean-Paul. You finally understand your duty and have seen my Lord's intentions. Are you still willing to fight for