"I'm sorry," she says quietly, not that anything she can say or do could make up for it. "I love how it's not enough to differentiate between Christians and everybody else, but you get a dozen or so people together and they're their own splinter group and they hate everybody else, and that's some of the most vicious fighting. People who worry they're not good enough so they have to prove they're the godliest."

She shakes her head. "I like that you're an unrepentant heathen. That happens to be my favorite kind of person."