When he came out, he went away flying.

He could hardly walk. He was carrying an unseen burden.

His feet were heavy, as if there were a million passages clung to his
tired shoes. His heart was heavy, as if a million sinful thoughts were
stuffed into his intentions. His eyes were heavy, as if a million
repentant tears flooded the gates of his life. His hands were heavy,
as if holding a million-page book of decaying deeds. His head was
heavy, as if a million evil plans were stuck in his tomorrow. His lips
were heavy, as if a million complaints buzzed in silence.

With so much burden that slowed down his speed to redemption he
entered the sacred place.

God was waiting for him since long they talked.

When he came out, he went away flying