
[
The voice is girlish yet masculine in tone, likely belonging to a young boy.]
—ello. My . . . That is, I—
[
He's quiet at first, and gaining volume with every word he utters as the direct result of rising confidence, though there's a smidgen of looming awkwardness. It is, after all, a genuine question. This is an unfamiliar environment (with some admittedly . . . different people); it doesn't mean his words mean nothing.]
Is there a church here? It's fine if there isn't. [
And as if he's nodding along to the statement:] Any is a place of prayer. However, I'd like to know if there's somewhere more appropriate.
[
A beat.]
I have heard that we're all in the same predicament. It should be better this way: the power of teamwork is strong! In times of need, therefore, we should come together as one. There are probably others that know more about this than I do, but . . . [
He had to say it. Partly for his own reassurance.]
Thank you. May there be much light and many bonds within your Spiria.