[ When César addresses the aspect of blessing, something about the situation suddenly becomes material to Mulcahy. It bears more weight, becomes more real. That he is a priest, and he is being called upon. That he can believe in the necessity of himself to help others. ]

That'll all be very easy to organize.

[ His gaze falls on the rings. After all this time, his thoughts still fall to all the boyish soldiers who only dreamed of such things. ]

Those are lovely, César. Do... would you like me to do something with them, or are you just sharing this with me? I am humbled either way.