Huginn: He said, "Thou art Peter, and on this Rock I shall build..."

Muninn: Yes, and yet, it is but one of many stories of flawed mortals entrusted with far greater responsibilities than we have been given. Does it gall you?

H: He just said it, two thousand years before. And Peter's heir lies dying, dead before the summer rain can fall.

M: Was it not his right, and is that frailty not his power made manifest in weakness? After all, that is what he promised.

H: I don't know. I used to, for I am Thought, and the gates of Hell could not prevail against me.

M: Or so you thought.

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