V DMC5

You are a deity. People believed in you and prayed in your honor, and in return, you rewarded them. But then you weakened badly, and their faith faded away

But there was one man who continued to pray to you. V often headed for one of the few remaining fountains in your honor. He would spend most of his time writing poems and then reciting them. You watched him all the time, even though you still hadn't shown yourself to him.

V came again. He had just sat down when suddenly he heard vile whistling. The vagrants followed him. One of them came up to him, mocking what he believed, and kicked him into the fountain. The water hadn't been flowing there for a long time anyway, but V hit a rock painfully. But he got to his feet again.

«And day and night, only she is before me...»

V said and plucked his poems from the hands of the tramp.

«And it is not to Madonna that I pray, but to her alone.»

You watched him as tramps surrounded him. Maybe you should have intervened?