Never Wander From the Gum Drop Path~

"That’s very kind of you…my twin will find me eventually, and I’m certain he’ll want to leave immediately— until then, the sanctuary is greatly needed, ad greatly appreciated." The Prince bows his head respectfully, smiles kindly— a smile sweet and soft, and while it reaches his eyes, the emerald depths are as sad as ever. And at his words, Subaru laughs.

"It seems the Subaru’s of all worlds are filled with worry for those they care for! Will wonders never cease~?" But his tone is playful. He finishes the chore given to him and raises his attention to the church, taking in all the details, as the match fizzles out into smoke in his hands.

Those emerald depths that matched the boy he knew in this world told a different story. So perhaps not... but he could hope. It was all a matter of faith in the end. And if what he'd heard about the man chasing the vampires was right... well... He simply hoped for the best. 

At the inquiry about himself the priest's smile was bright. "Ah. I've been here my whole life. My mother passed away when I was very young. Too young to take care of myself in anyway. So I was taken in here and here I have been. Eventually becoming the priest here. The town has it's troubles but we get by, and me being here is a part of that. Or so I'd like to think. I do what I can. And that's all that can be asked of us in the end." 

And Subaru does continue the chore gladly, fingers ever careful to avoid the flames and even more careful not to drop a single match. He moves swiftly through the candles, and smiles all the while— oh, he’d seen it. A sincerity in the eyes of this Seishirou, where he had perhaps not noticed the lack thereof in his own hunters eyes many years prior.

He holds this Seishirou to his words— he is honesty. It lights a furnace of hope in him previously entirely dimmed. There is a good Seishirou in at least one world…in every world he’d visited, their fate had been the same.

"I am Subaru Sumeragi, Eldest Prince of the Sumeragi Vampire Clan of Tokyo— It’s been many long years since I last saw my home, but I never forget the cherry trees there, the sea. I met my Seishirou beneath those trees." He smiles all the while, lost in fond memory— but fond memories ever turn dark, and he knows this path. "It did not bode well for my clan— my twin and I are the last left of our people."

"Hm." he finally answered to those words. "I think I've heard of you." he admitted. "Well, not you specifically. I met other travelers who were not happy to see me, simply because they thought I was someone else. And they explained to me the situation." The priest let out a sigh, shaking the match and allowing the flame to die before moving to the front. "I am also no stranger to other lives and their tragedy, though meeting those travelers did put it in perspective. The dreams I have tell me enough. Other lives filled with blood and waves..." 

The priest lit a new match and began lighting a few candles in the front. Just a few. "I feel obligated to apologize yet I am aware that they are not my crimes or faults. So I won't... apologizing for things you do not do weakens the words of an apology in the future. I can, however, feel sympathy to your plights and sufferings. If you need a place you are more than welcome here, for as long as you need. This is a sanctuary to all that require it. Yourself included. And if you need an ear, well. I am a priest. I am happy to listen and offer whatever I can." 

Seishirou blew out the match in hand, having lit all that needed to be so and for a moment he watched the faint tendrils of smoke spiraling upward from the match. "And this place is very safe... The Subaru of this world keeps it so. He's very insistent, very worried..." Perhaps for good reason if things always turned out so mucky for their lives in different worlds. He wouldn't lie and say he didn't think about it and worry occasionally. But he liked to believe. It was a matter of faith... The lives of others would not dictate his life here. 

The hammer paused before it hit the roof and he glanced back over his shoulder for an instant. “…what sort of - mass?”  They rarely bothered with anything religious on other worlds. No time, so why bother?  

"Ah?" The ninja's question surprised him. Was he really interested in going? Thankfully he his silent shock allowed him to hear the softly spoken words. "A priestess?" He questioned. "Well, technically a priestess could be part of any number religions. Unfortunately, not mine. We do have nuns, like Karen, but they don't rise much higher than that. Perhaps in time. I won't make assumptions about what you believe in and in the long run it might not matter. What matters is faith. And you certainly don't have to go to mass to have any of that." He offered a soft laugh. Smiling brightly once more the priest placed his hand just above his eyes, blocking out the glaring sun for a bit so he could see the ninja on his roof a bit better. 

"Defeating that monster seemed like nothing. I have to give you much more difficult tasks." The priest informed.

"And don't worry about a thing. I'll make sure your friends work hard!" He waved at the grumpy man who set off to do his task. 

He blinks, absolutely prepared to be laughed off and being asked as to why he was so serious, and he'll replied as to say that it's nothing with an indifferent smile. However this, this catches him off guard and surprised. Even so, with he gives a rare sad smile to the other, walks up to the other and pulls him into one.