So that was the important position he didn't want to mention. Ah, he said it was no big deal, but this is a really big deal, Castor. What were you thinking?
Someone deemed as the Pope's successor needed to have a vast amount of holy energy.
And it seemed like Castor was bottling up all this power because he was terrified of disappearing. He just wanted to remain himself.
"Castor," Julian muttered with pity. But then he firmed his resolve, stepping into range and closing in on the space between him and the boy. "Castor!" He yelled, grabbing the boy's wrists.
The contact felt like a jolt of electricity. It burned, but Julian didn't let go. He could feel the raw energy inside Castor screaming to get out.
"Let it go," Julian hissed, his teeth clenched against the pain. "But you don't give it to the Church. Just give it to me. I'll hold it for you."
