Minerva of Selm's eyes widened and welled with tears upon hearing of her old confidant's demise. This time, she had not been there to tend to the man's wounds. This time, noone had been there. She could not help but to shed tears for the Pointiff's demise.
Certainly always, she will remember as she stood before him at the age of only 12, telling him how she wanted to be a woman of cloth. Such never happened - and at times, she almost regretted it, but tonight, the regret would be too much.