[ He feels a tad voyeuristic to be standing here, watching the other Prior and the man he's supposed to be here with. That's odd— it's a feeling it doesn't usually occur to him to have. Or he's just learned to ignore it, like a pebble in your shoe you don't feel anymore. Whatever. It doesn't matter.
What matters is: ]
It's beautiful.
[ He means it. Beautiful in a way he can recognize, with ordered arches, and lights just bright enough to be mysterious, fascinating.
It's clear by Nash's tone of voice that he means it. He moves closer, to see if he can make out more detail, the small cracks in the tile, the softened edges in the stone. (And if someone left a plastic bag lying around he probably finds that just as fascinating.) ]
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What matters is: ]
It's beautiful.
[ He means it. Beautiful in a way he can recognize, with ordered arches, and lights just bright enough to be mysterious, fascinating.
It's clear by Nash's tone of voice that he means it. He moves closer, to see if he can make out more detail, the small cracks in the tile, the softened edges in the stone. (And if someone left a plastic bag lying around he probably finds that just as fascinating.) ]