heartbeneathastone

There was a time, of course, years ago, when he could speak confidently and at length about his beliefs. He hardly remembers what that kind of certainty feels like, how to possibly muster that confidence, when every time he has been sure he finally knew what to believe, something has come along to upend him entirely.

"Nothing-- profound, or-- or practical," he says at last. "Only the rightness of your cause, and my-- my tardiness in coming to it."