“That day…when I loved you to distraction and struggled to forget you by betraying you…ironically my punishment was to live forever with this duty, enduring love…carrying it heavier even than this cross I carry, the one you carried. But…for two thousand years? I’ve been your hands and your feet, all this time. Is this role my last? Hmm…hey…I know it’s bold to ask you like this, but…before I die…will you grant me one wish? Leading them to the end they truly desired…was my role, wasn’t it? I am too worried to relax and die. Please…my Lord, Jesus.”