"I'm really sorry..."
Beyond this sentence, Motan truly didn't know what to say, because although he was reluctant to admit it, the words spoken by the girl in front of him were indeed flawless, if described in somewhat exaggerated terms.
If being sensitive to others' emotions and habitually trying to smooth out problems silently counts as 'subtle and silent gentleness'; if being able to interact seamlessly with any type of person, having been 'forged' by himself since childhood, counts as 'sky-like tolerance', then what Teresa said wasn't wrong.
As for the text-heavy comments previously that, in Motan's view, almost every person has to some extent, unfortunately, all hit the mark.
"There's no need to apologize."
While gently twirling her braids with her index finger, Teresa murmured softly, "I just don't want to accept the reasons you just gave as a Black Vatican Priest."
