Choosing My Confessions #2 --- He settles himself on his knees, facing the cross that's been ornately painted above the bench seat. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and-" The sound of the opposite door opening is deafening in the quiet. No one has oiled the hinges since Gerard left, and it shows in the way that they protest louder than they used to as it swings just wide enough to let a body inside, and then shriek even louder when it's pulled shut. Gerard's heart has decided that it's a good time to fall into a fit of hysteria. He swallows, nearly holding his breath. The voice to his right side is hushed. "And the Holy Spirit," it says.