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England, October 1415 A.D. - Saint Briavels Castle, West Gloucestershire
Jimin gets up from kneeling on the pavement of the chapel, sighing and giving a peek at the boy by his side, still knelt and praying. Not wanting to disturb him, the elder walks to the nearest bench, sitting down and just patiently waiting.
After a few minutes more, Jungkook straightens as well, walking towards Jimin, who questions him with a frown:>>What were you praying for that took you so long?<<
Jungkook seems kind of confused, but eventually replies.
>>Nothing, I just sat there knelt. Brother Namjoon does not make me get up until I spent at least ten minutes praying, so when I am finished I just have to wait until time is up<<
Jimin stares at the Prophet dumbfounded.
>>That is not how it works though..you are supposed to talk to God, not just kneel and bow your head<<
>>Yes but it is not like He ever replied, so..<<
Jimin snorts, but keeps his giggle to himself as they are still inside the chapel, even if alone.
>>He is not supposed to reply to us commoners, Jungkook<<
>>But I am a Prophet..<<
>>That does not change<<
The younger's expression becomes more and more confused as the conversation goes on.
>>So..if He is not supposed to answer us, what do we pray for? Does God even listen at this point? How is everyone so sure if He does not give us any answers?<<
Jimin ponders the questions, realizing he has nothing really explanatory to say back. Why and who do they pray and believe?
>>Well..that is where our faith comes Jungkook. Trust God and you will be rewarded in the afterlife. But I only am a farmer, so you should most probably ask the monks and nuns about it..I do not know that much, my knowledge stops where my faith starts..<<
The eldest gets up and starts walking to the exit, followed by the other.
>>Honestly? To me this sounds like plain bullshi-
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