follow the light by biblionerd07

Later, it occurs to Marcus he might be bitter about that, about the fact that after all this time, God finally came back to him and the only thing He tells Marcus is to find Tomas. But Marcus isn’t bitter, like he was the first time God sent Tomas to him. For one thing, there’s no question in his mind that God wants to protect Tomas, holy Tomas, beautiful Tomas, perfect Tomas made more perfect in his naiveite and pride and the way he jumps headlong into everything. Marcus can’t be bitter about that.

He’s never had visions, not like Tomas did, and he doesn’t expect God to simply light up a road sign to show them the way. He’s half-expecting God to fuck off again, one message for Marcus every decade and beyond that Marcus is on his own.

“I asked God to direct us,” Marcus says, nudging at the old man with his shoe. “And He sent us a demon.”
“Typical,” Mouse huffs.
Marcus doesn’t respond other than to lean down and grab the man under the armpits to start hauling him to the truck. They have rope they can tie him down with until they find somewhere secluded to do the exorcism.
But he can’t say he disagrees with her assessment.

Как бы сильно ни нравился мне Томас, а все же Бог/Маркус - это ОТР