Farnese in “Unfinished Business”

Somehow, as he sat beneath the brightening sky, panting like a beast, splattered with the blood of his prey, the image touched me. It was both solemn and beautiful, almost like a painting adorning a basilica. I merely sought to escape, shivering in fear. Not once could I call upon my Lord. I avow myself a woman of God, but not even the name I've invoked a countless thousand times...I...In the shade of the morning sky, I was tiny, wretched, and powerless.