Talk:Dark Priest/@comment-26187100-20150425051432/@comment-25035274-20150425223436

Something about it felt wrong, but I didn't know what. I never understood why I got all the best toys and clothes in the orphanage. I didn't understand why I kept getting asked into that back room. I didn't understand when the armed guards burst into the place. I didn't understand what the man in the suit meant when he asked me, in front of the man with the black robe, where the lady touched me. And I didn't understand when all us kids were taken from that place, and put into a new orphanage with a new nun who didn't have a tail.

It's only now, XX years later after years of therapy, that I truly understand the import of what happened.