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"This is something I never ever for the life of me would have imagined", says Francois, truly scandalized and clearly gobsmacked. "Not me", says Carl. "Not me at all. I always figured that naked kid was a rent boy that found himself in the wrong place at the right time. But that was you, Caspar." "That was Caspar." The voice belongs to Sven Lindstrom, and this is the first time he has so far opened his mouth. "I would have been sixteen when you told me about it." "Nobody is allowed to have secrets?", says Erik. "What shall be whispered in the bedchamber will be shouted from the rooftops", says Jesus. "With Me, and in my kingdom there are no sectets. All is transparency. All is light, All is revelation. And especially, all is love." Say I, "According to my father, biblical scholars agree that the identity of the young man belonged to the writer of the gospel itself." "Pure homophobic horse shit", enunciates Jesus, and of course every one is shocked to hear the Author of Life and our Great Redeemer use that kind of language...