Father Nicholas dipped his hands in holy water. Cooling his skin at the touch. He would have to go back to the confessional before long. His face was hot, yet in the church it was a comfortable temperature. It seemed the sinners keep getting worse. Now they have no regard for sinning, they feel simply that a simple confession will fix it. Which confessing was good, but making the same mistakes over again was not. But he was not there to judge only to listen and heal and cleanse. So he would do just that. No matter how dirty the confessions were. No matter how much they bothered his southern regions.... He splashed holy water onto his face, then said a couple Hail Mary's for his sinful thoughts. After a few moments he headed from the room and headed for the confessional, sitting back and closing his eyes, listening to some elderly woman rambling on about how she got in an argument with her neighbor. "Love thy neighbor." He mumbled and absolved her of her sins. This was going to be a long day. Finally at the end of the day when almost everyone had headed home he opened the curtain and stepped out. One of the nuns stepped up to him. "Father I am heading home." He nodded. "Have a good day sister." Then he turned and stepped back into the confessional to grab his personal bible.