Sous le soleil de Satan
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:06:00
You think it's sterile,
of no use to anyone.

:06:11
That's how you see it, no?
:06:16
The thought was unintentional...
That's not an excuse.

:06:22
Now you know my wicked mind...
:06:27
and now...
:06:30
My dear boy!
:06:49
I thought so!
:06:57
My boy, our Lord is not
displeased with you...

:07:07
Burn this devilish thing tomorrow.
We'll find something better.

:07:16
Your mortification is misplaced.
a proper priest wears white linen.

:07:23
You know, my boy.
:07:27
your opinion of me is by and large correct...
:07:31
but it errs on one point:
:07:33
I judge myself harshly.
:07:36
I'm reaching my end empty-handed.
:07:40
You're very different from me.
:07:44
You've changed me!
:07:47
I sent for you dreaming naively...
:07:49
...of bringing in a young
priest with poor grades,

:07:52
lacking the qualities I so prize,
:07:55
and shaping him.
:07:58
This was a heavy burden to take on.

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