[ Was he so detached from things that he had not heard of the story of Jeanne d'Arc? Then again, having historical figures manifest in front of you was not something that normally happened nor was it an explanation someone was going to readily accept. Even with this in mind, was it really her job to educate the woefully misinformed?

Her judgemental glower remained on her face, even as she went over the options in her head. Finally, she would speak once more. ]

You know the story of the Maiden of Orleans, don't you? Jeanne d'Arc? A whole country clung to her for salvation until they ultimately spit on and betrayed her. I am born from that. I no longer hear the voice of the Lord, because he does not exist - he never did. He did not bless that country just as he does not bless mankind. That is what happened.

[ Her words held a strong conviction, one that might have rivaled the actual saint. ]