Father Brennan hadn't expected his response. He didn't know what the man expected. Did he think he was that uncaring? He folded his arms and looked away as he wasn't going to be easy about it, even though he was open to it.

"Correct your path? What is that?" He didn't know if the man mean to be a better priest, or not be one at all to find what he wanted that fit the man better. When he tried to apologize for how he made him feel, finally Francis smirked and shrugged.

"What does that matter? I still came, didn't I? You were an ass, so was Richards. No one is perfect. If I want to feel wanted, I'll go sell myself in dark alleys for bottom of the barrel prices. I deserve it sometimes, but sometimes you both go a step too far. And that I guess is what happens because people think you priests are all perfect just because you serve an unseen, unfeeling, and unspeaking boogeyman."