Blind 'Arry: Not so different, you and me, what we've been through.
Father Brown: The Great War.
Blind 'Arry: Mmm. Both watched the light fade from another man's face, smelt his last breath. That moment... it's why you found God, I reckon. Why I found drink.
Father Brown: I'm aware of the injustice. For all its horrors, the war helped me to find peace, robbed you of yours.
Blind 'Arry: One way or another, changes you, that moment. That guilt, changes your very bones, casts a shadow across your soul.
Father Brown: And that is why you should let God's light into your life.
Blind 'Arry: On that we differ, Father. I'm saying, you might hide it from some people, that shadow. But not the rest of us, not them what knows how it feels.