"I don't see why we have to come here all of the time. I mean aren't we helping people, why are we the ones that have to ask for forgiveness?" G complained walking into the Cathedral church.

"Even if we are helping people we are still causing harm to others in the process." Giotto answered, sitting down on one of the benches nearby.

"What's the big deal, do you not like church or something?" Lampo asked

"It's not that, I believe in God as much as the next guy. I just don't like having to apologize for doing something right. "

"Don't think of it as apologizing; besides a lot of what I pray for is the safety of the people we protect." The blonde responded, bowing his head down in prayer.

After he was finished he decided to look around the building since this church was different from the one they usually visited. They had been visiting a few towns over from their own, and had just helped an elderly man that had fallen victim to a thief. Giotto wanted to visit the church before they left for home.

"Is there anything I can help you gentlemen with?" The voice coming from a room at the back of the Cathedral. A man with dark hair and a bandage on his nose came out from the doors. The attire he was wearing made it evident he was a priest in this establishment.

"Hello, we were just stopping by to say a word to our Lord. My name is Giotto, and these are my friends G and Lampo. "Giotto answered the man cheerfully.

"I'm Knuckle, a priest here at the church, I am glad that you came by to visit us today. It is always great to see bright young faces here."

"He is obviously not talking about you G, nothing about you says bright and young." Lampo snickered.

"Shut up brat." G growled, hitting Lampo on the back of the head.

"You'll have to excuse them; they can be really childish at times." Giotto apologized.

"You're one to talk!" G yelled.

"Why are you yelling? We are in a church, show some respect." Lampo said still rubbing his head.

Knuckle looked at the group with a confused expression. The people in front of him looked more like they hated each other than friends.

"Anyway, Knuckle, that name sounds familiar to me. I think I may have heard about you in a paper or something." Giotto continued, ignoring the argument behind him.

"Ah, I was a boxer before I served God." Knuckle answered.

"That's right! You were in the papers all the time talking about your matches and how no one could beat you."

"Yes, but that is all in the past. I am a different person now." Knuckle spoke softly.

"What caused you to give up fighting when you were so good at it?" Lampo asked.

"I am surprised you didn't hear about it. The incident was widely spread - at least it was here." The priest said with a frown. "My whole life I trained myself so that I could keep getting stronger. No matter how strong I got, or how many matches I won it was never enough. Something inside of me just kept telling me to push harder. Till one night when everything went wrong. I got carried away and went too far, the blow to the head I gave my opponent ended up killing him. I am filled with regret for what I have done, and that is why I work here now; to try and make amends."

"You can't blame it all on yourself. It was an accident; it's not like you did it on purpose," Lampo said, obviously saddened by the story.

"Yeah, I wouldn't let something like that stop me. If you ask me you're making this a bigger deal than it really is." G scoffed.

"G, there is no need to be so cruel, not everyone is as cold as you are." Giotto spoke up.

"No, it's fine. His comments aren't the worst thing I have heard. Even though the people who were in charge of the match ruled it an accident, and there were no charges held against me, I still faced a lot of ridicule. Though I never really cared about the remarks that were made about me; just the fact that an innocent man lost his life because I didn't know when to stop. "Knuckle murmured while clenching his fists.

"Well obviously you are a good guy; if you weren't then you wouldn't be working here. You have a good heart, you've just had an unfortunate experience. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. "Giotto assured.

"Your words are kind, I appreciate them. Maybe one day I will learn to believe them myself. Till then however I will continue my work here, helping people find their way with God."

"Whenever that day comes you should come visit us. We live in the town east of here." Lampo said smiling.

"Oh you mean the town that everyone has been talking about? I'm sorry if I sound wrong but the one with all of the crime problems?" Knuckle asked.

"Yeah, we have had our share of problems. Which is why it would be great if a priest like you came by every once and a while. It could really help out the people there a lot." The green haired male continued.

"Yes that would be nice. I'll definitely consider it."

"And we'll be eagerly waiting for that day." Giotto responded, shaking Knuckles hand.