[ Jim isn't at all religious, and this place doesn't mean much to him, not in a spiritual sense. He's curious, though, and more importantly, he likes the quiet. People are silent in here like they aren't anywhere else, and he can't even hear the engines. It's peaceful.
No one seems to mind him walking around either, poking his head here and there, studying the engravings on the walls, the patterns carved into stone.
He hears the words from the stranger standing next to him, and he looks over with a small smile. ]
Truer words haven't been spoken.
[ His latin is more than a little rusty, but some phrases he does remember well. ]
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No one seems to mind him walking around either, poking his head here and there, studying the engravings on the walls, the patterns carved into stone.
He hears the words from the stranger standing next to him, and he looks over with a small smile. ]
Truer words haven't been spoken.
[ His latin is more than a little rusty, but some phrases he does remember well. ]