Random Thoughts on Candlemass

After we visited the old house, and Candlemass lit whatever that thing was on fire, he insisted we stop by the old church that was practically right next door to the house.



I remember being surprised that he would want to go in, and I asked if he was a Christian, but Candlemass just gave me a grim look, and told me he was just practical. I sat outside on the steps and waited for him to come back out, since he told me to stay outside.

I never really asked him about it, but I wonder if his "village" treats religion the way we used to?

Also, here's a picture that sort of looks like his cloak, since I forgot to attach it last time.

IMPORTANT: Not sure if I mentioned this before, but Candlemass appears to have an aversion to being photographed or documented. I think he thinks it will bring unwanted attention to himself.

I basically just got home, but Candlemass was already waiting for me as I was putting away groceries. Sitting on the kitchen counter next to the fridge, and eating cheese and cold beans from a can, he told me that he had a new training regimen for me.

He was going to hone the conditioning he built up with me so I could actually see the things I used to. And then he's going to condition me so that I react in the appropriate way, which, when I asked, he explained meant basically killing the things.

As for the things themselves- well, he wasn't too worried, since I live in an old, rural area, and there're plenty of places to find them.

I was a little worried for him, since he just came back from what was essentially extended duties, but he told me not to be. Training the new generation was what they were supposed to do when they weren't attending their other duties. The new generation would be something like partners to the old generation, which was why they spent so much time training them.

When he'd gotten to that part, he smiled and chucked my chin gently, because I was right next to him, putting lettuce into the crisper.

It was another gesture I'd forgotten he'd often do to me when I was littler, so I'm not going to lie, it made me happy that he remembered.

Then he smacked his lips of bean juice, took a drink from the soda I'd bought, and handed me the cheese. He told me he'd be back later with materials and more plans. I told him I was excited, and that it'd be nice to just spend time with him again.