#but he’s just so good

So it’s pretty much canon that Bruno is Catholic, and I’ve been thinking a lot about it to be honest, just the mental image of a genuflecting Bruno with his eyes closed and praying is very wholesome to me

EDIT - it’s 3am again and I couldn’t sleep (insomnia sucks) so uh… I wrote something -

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The quiet unwavering comfort of faith.

Bruno genuflected before the wooden crucifix that hung on his wall, crossing himself as he knelt down slowly. Reaching under his ruana, he pulled out the simple rosary that hung around his neck. The same one that had hung there for forty five years. Carefully hoisting it over his head, he reverently brought it to his lips, then his forehead, then clasping his hands together he bowed his head in the peaceful silence of his room, and began to pray.

His lips moved soundlessly as he prayed, his brow furrowed in concentration, his eyes closed to the rest of the world as he gave singular focus to his faith. Bruno prayed for many things. Prominent among them was, of course, his family. He prayed for their continued health, happiness and fulfilment. That they always knew the feeling of being loved and cherished and whole. He prayed for the townsfolk, that they found the courage and wisdom to navigate life’s trials.

For himself, he prayed rarely. When he did, he prayed for strength. Strength to endure his visions and their painful after-effects, strength to shoulder his burden with virtue and grace. Strength to simply continue on the path he had been given.

Sometimes his prayers were answered. Sometimes not. Yet his faith never wavered. It was a comfort to him, one that he clung to in dark days and even darker nights.

His prayers complete, Bruno crossed himself again, relishing the serene calm that flooded his entire body, relaxing his aching muscles and soothing his mind. The quiet unwavering comfort of faith he held dear to him, and while he knew his life as a seer was never easy, at least he had something in his life that was always there for him.