[He's at the church because a tiger can't change its stripes, goddamn. He's not sitting at any of the pews, though; he's closer to the altar, just kind of staring toward one of the stained glass windows. The vibes are fucking wild; a mix of guilt and sorrow and exhaustion, but with a strange viper-like twist of angry, malicious violence threading below. He probably came here thinking that no one else would enter so he could quarantine his bad vibes a bit without having to be in his Catholic Hell Room, but his expression is relatively placid whenever Aventurine appears. A quiet beat, and then:]
...I do so wish that she had been found earlier, before she had to bloody her hands so many times.
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...I do so wish that she had been found earlier, before she had to bloody her hands so many times.