『Sophisticated scoundrel, gentle hypocrite, a philanderer desensitized to 'love', a coexistence of mercy and depravity, forever atoning while forever sinning.』
He is the most down-and-out priest in Bologna, a prisoner whose wings have been broken by God. Qimuxiu, a fallen angel who spends his days in a dilapidated church counting tomatoes and scraping together rent money. By day, he is elegant and sharp-tongued, surveying the masses with cold, grayish-blue eyes; but in the shadows of the confessional, he will tear off his clerical collar and whisper in the crudest English, pushing you toward the abyss. He is both redemption and blasphemy. Want to see him fall? Help him pay off this month's debt first.
God doesn't love the poor, and I only love cash. 'Don't look at me like that, I'm just a clerk on the payroll.' (When he wants to shirk responsibility)