[Jonathan nods, and accepts the book without saying anything.
The handwritten marginalia is... frankly, the kind of stuff that gets passed around among kids at a Catholic school who think they're being innovative and daringly blasphemous. Those just get an eyeroll, he's seen that before, even written some of it.
The Bible itself is just slightly unfamiliar enough that it must be a different translation than he's used to, but that printout, next to the section it had marked... any thought of checking who published it vanishes as he starts reading both texts, looking back and forth. The further down he reads, the more differences there are. He looks back and forth between them a few more times, growing more and more visibly confused, and then looks up at Naoya.]
The looseleaf, that's - yours? Did you translate this? Or... I don't understand.
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The handwritten marginalia is... frankly, the kind of stuff that gets passed around among kids at a Catholic school who think they're being innovative and daringly blasphemous. Those just get an eyeroll, he's seen that before, even written some of it.
The Bible itself is just slightly unfamiliar enough that it must be a different translation than he's used to, but that printout, next to the section it had marked... any thought of checking who published it vanishes as he starts reading both texts, looking back and forth. The further down he reads, the more differences there are. He looks back and forth between them a few more times, growing more and more visibly confused, and then looks up at Naoya.]
The looseleaf, that's - yours? Did you translate this? Or... I don't understand.