am,” said the priest. “You're the prison chaplain,” said K., and went closer to the priest, it was not so important for him to go straight back to the bank as he had made out, he could very well stay where he was. “So that means I belong to the court,” said the priest. “So why would I want anything from you? the court doesn't want anything from you. It accepts you when you come and it lets you go when you leave.”