"Hurry, they are coming, you must leave now." "Okay, father, but one last question." "What is it" "Why haven't the other saints come to help?" "Hmm, good question." He grabs a chair, sits down, and brews some tea. Then proceeds to explain in perfect and intricate detail, as if he is lecturing. *So, you're telling me that in the current situation, the father has enough time to ramble FOUR paragraphs? I mean, they must not be in that big of a hurry.