[The beginnings of a snarling smirk curls his lips at the reaction. He interprets the near-inaudible apology as nothing more than an automatic, unthinking response -- but if it were somehow meant to be something more, he muses, some clumsy apology for the cruelty of God-fearing men, it was much too little, too late. A stinging insult thrown into his face.
He closes the journal, leaving it be. There were more productive thoughts to entertain.]
filtered [and one last tw - religion again]
He closes the journal, leaving it be. There were more productive thoughts to entertain.]