He's a lay brother. He does not commit to our way of life, but he lives among us and exchanges his labors for food and bedding and a place to call his own.

[It's — difficult to realize that it should be past tense. The idea of home... of what was normal to either of them, it was gone now. And worse for the Mute. But Diarmuid pushes away that thought.]

If I may be honest, I know his past is steeped with violence, but...

I have not asked about it. It is not as if he would answer, but I'm not so sure it's my business anyway.