| dialog | - Sinclair: How are you settling in, Doctor? Persephone's got no shortage of nuts to crack, an' your congregation makes up the standin' majority. We need ya down here.
Lamb: Yet I appear before you in chains. Tell me, Augustus -- does it comfort you to equate faith with madness?
Sinclair: No ma'am. God is the original hard-sell. You know it, and I know it. An' there's no better bluff with the hard-luck crowd than namin' the prime mover as your silent partner. I'm just blushin' that you got there first.
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