"Shouldn't you be polishing the altar candles or something?" Hobbs teased. He was sitting at his usual desk and glanced over his shoulder as Jack came down the stairs to the basement.
Jack gave a sad smile. "Not any longer." He sighed. Once he spoke the words it would become somehow more real.
Hobbes, picking up on Jack's mood, put down the circuit board he'd been working on. Jack didn't know, and probably didn't want to know, what the circuit board belonged to. "What's wrong?"
"I've been laicised," Jack said, adding in case Hobbs wasn't certain of the meaning, "Let go, as it were. Fired from the Church."
"Defrocked?" Hobbes asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Jack sighed. "If you prefer." He wasn't in the mood to argue.
Hobbes was immediately contrite. "Sorry." He got to his feet. "Honestly? They threw you out?"
Jack nodded, swallowed back the knot of emotion in his throat. "I've become a liability, speaking out against the Visitors."
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