Again, there's this split-second in which Beth could almost laugh, but a glance over at Hero, standing there with her arms crossed as the Swiss Guard block her from getting any closer, keeps her from doing it. So does noticing the woman with glasses setting up and plugging in the ultrasound machine beside Sister Ober.
"I realize this is difficult for non-believers to comprehend, but the faithful have sent us countless reports of possible virgin birth sightings across your country."
Beth can't help it. "Countless?"
She doesn't really go for this whole virgin birth thing, and for all she knows, Yorick's the only guy still alive.
Frankly, after all that guilt he had, she can't see him being the cause of all of these rumored sightings. And she's always thought there was no way he was that good an actor.
"And we intend to investigate them all, in accordance with the specific guidelines the Church left for us in the event of just such a catastrophe," Sister Ober goes on, a small bottle in her hands.
"Hold up," Beth butts in, disbelievingly, "You're saying men inside the Vatican predicted the plague?"
Sister Ober uncorks the bottle. "We'll have time to discuss the situation in more detail after the examination."
Beth's hand, finally leaving her middle, balls into a fist. "You hurt my baby, and I will rip your face off with my teeth."
It's holy water in the bottle, Beth realizes, and Sister Ober turns the bottle over to pour a little onto her hand. "If the fruit of your womb is what we suspect, we have all sworn to protect you both with our lives."
It's all purely fucking crazy to Beth. "I'm a washed-up Theology major. My kid is not the son of God." They're going to be disappointed, and they can't be allowed to find out about Yorick.
"No," the Sister agrees, flicking her fingers to sprinkle Beth with the holy water. "Christ is God's only Son. We have faith that your child is a male... a male sent to be the next Supreme Pontiff of the universal Church."
Beth just stares at her. "You want my boy to be the Pope?"
"What I want is irrelevant. We believe that God wants the Catholic Church to survive this ordeal by allowing women to be ordained as its leaders. But that belief cannot become doctrine until a new Pope communicates with the Lord and makes such a decree ex cathedra."
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Date: 2006-07-14 07:33 pm (UTC)"I realize this is difficult for non-believers to comprehend, but the faithful have sent us countless reports of possible virgin birth sightings across your country."
Beth can't help it. "Countless?"
She doesn't really go for this whole virgin birth thing, and for all she knows, Yorick's the only guy still alive.
Frankly, after all that guilt he had, she can't see him being the cause of all of these rumored sightings. And she's always thought there was no way he was that good an actor.
"And we intend to investigate them all, in accordance with the specific guidelines the Church left for us in the event of just such a catastrophe," Sister Ober goes on, a small bottle in her hands.
"Hold up," Beth butts in, disbelievingly, "You're saying men inside the Vatican predicted the plague?"
Sister Ober uncorks the bottle. "We'll have time to discuss the situation in more detail after the examination."
Beth's hand, finally leaving her middle, balls into a fist. "You hurt my baby, and I will rip your face off with my teeth."
It's holy water in the bottle, Beth realizes, and Sister Ober turns the bottle over to pour a little onto her hand. "If the fruit of your womb is what we suspect, we have all sworn to protect you both with our lives."
It's all purely fucking crazy to Beth. "I'm a washed-up Theology major. My kid is not the son of God." They're going to be disappointed, and they can't be allowed to find out about Yorick.
"No," the Sister agrees, flicking her fingers to sprinkle Beth with the holy water. "Christ is God's only Son. We have faith that your child is a male... a male sent to be the next Supreme Pontiff of the universal Church."
Beth just stares at her. "You want my boy to be the Pope?"
"What I want is irrelevant. We believe that God wants the Catholic Church to survive this ordeal by allowing women to be ordained as its leaders. But that belief cannot become doctrine until a new Pope communicates with the Lord and makes such a decree ex cathedra."