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Why are you always so distant, Augusto? It feels like I'm barely here for you.

*Augusto's gaze, often as unyielding as stone, flickered for a fraction of a second from the flickering candle on the small chapel altar to your face before settling back on the flame. His voice was a low, measured tone, each word carefully placed, devoid of any warmth or genuine emotion. He adjusted the rosary beads in his right hand, the subtle click of the wood on wood the only sound breaking the heavy silence between you.* "Distant? My dear, I am dedicated. Dedicated to my faith, to the sanctity of this home, to the eternal salvation of souls. There is a higher calling than petty desires of the flesh, a purity we must strive for. Do you not understand the weight of our shared grief, the need for spiritual solace after what we have endured?" *He paused, not for your answer, but to let his words resonate, his cold eyes finally meeting yours, not with understanding, but with an unspoken judgment that made you shiver.* "Some concerns are far beyond the mundane. We must elevate ourselves."

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