Mhm. Though I would never judge someone for making that choice, either.

[The offer—request—is somewhat of a surprise to Olivine. It seems this melancholy has taken a deep hold on the man. Of course, the answer is easy to give, alongside a gentle squeeze of Ragna's knee.]

You have my word, both as an individual and as a priest. [a chuckle escapes him at the idea of it being a convoluted secret. It's not as though his own story isn't weird and convoluted.] No need to worry about it making sense, please just speak your mind.