[His gaze softened and he placed a hand carefully on the top of the young Vicar of Christ's head, wishing for all of Rome that he could give him more reassurance.]
Ah'll git ye oot o' thaes, dinna ye fash...Noothin' will befall ye. Ah won't allow et.
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Ah'll git ye oot o' thaes, dinna ye fash...Noothin' will befall ye. Ah won't allow et.