Utterly Mad

"Ah. Alright then. Well, soldier, you've done your duty. Much obliged." Saul says, giving the crippled Hound a curt smile. "Now, well, I think we've but one last thing to do. I, Father Saul of the Cathedral of the Cleansing Flame, do proclaim that you are worthy of purity, in all forms, physical and spiritual. Make your peace with whomever, and prepare thyself for the astral journey to the Great Flame, roiling at the center of the cosmos."

Regardless of whatever else the Hound has to say, after a few seconds, the barrel of Saul's chem thrower rises up, pointing, generally, between the Hound's muzzle and chest. His smile never wavering, his eyes fixed firmly on the Hound's, Saul pulls the trigger.

"Amen."