Oh! Yes, Jesus! If You love me so much, I will strive to be good, as You want and my father wanted me to be. And my mother will no longer have an aching pain in her heart...I will love you as no other man could possibly love you, I will love you so much, I do love you. Do not disappoint Me. No, Master, I will not. I was full of conflicts. Envy, jealousy, eagerness to excel, sensuality, everything clashed in me against the voice of my conscience... It was my wicked nature... I thought I was Your first disciple... and, now You have just told me that You already have one. You saw him yourself. Do you not remember that at Passover I was in the Temple with many Galileans? I thought they were friends... I thought I was the first one to be chosen for such destiny, and that I was therefore the dearest. There are no distinctions in My heart between the first and the last. ... John, My first disciple, Simon, the one of whom I spoke to you two days ago. You have already seen Simon and John. One was ill... Ah! The leper! I remember. Is he already Your disciple? Since the following day. And why did I have to wait so long? Judas?! You are right. Forgive me.