 Then I'm officially impressed, Signore. Have I interrupted your prayer? What do you want, Ratazzi? My goodness. Are priests allowed to be so curt? I've lost a young man to your revolution. A very wounded heart that's now being exploited by those who couldn't care less for him. Forgive me if I'm curt. We do care. Just as the hammer cares for the nail. And how did you care for him, Father? The way that he deserves. As a father cares for a son.