"I was talking about transubstantiation versus killing someone, then drinking their blood but okay. If you wanna be like that, I still prefer ours. Less dead people. I mean, unless you go the martyrdom route." Ronan stretched back like he was posing as a saint in one of those medieval paintings. All he needed as a dozen arrows stuck in his chest. He made an awful gagging sound before resuming a less dramatic posture.

"Yeah, I know they're people. Some of them are also psychotic fucking murderers. Pretty damn hard to get past the whole unrepentant killer thing." Which, admittedly, Ronan had more or less forgiven before. That didn't mean he automatically absolved everyone.