It was only a matter of time, child.
Love of others eventually comes between a disciple and his God. This, I understand.
In that way, I am more forgiving than the desert God of your infancy.
Others before have done as you have done, cast me out of their hearts, out of their flesh, only to come crawling home when that which they have loved withers.
In the end, it is love which brings you back to me, brings you home.
Your sacrifice is acceptable.
I will save your precious son, your William.
Favored acolyte. . . beloved child. . . .
Welcome home.
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