[s7e7] Untainted By Filth Apr 2026

"Time is a luxury for those with clean hands, Sister," Silas replied, tossing his coat over the back of a rear pew. "I have spent the last seventy-two hours in the belly of the beast, and I assure you, it is not a punctual place."

Silas let out a dry, humorless laugh that echoed sharply in the quiet church. He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a small, leather-bound notebook, its edges charred and stained. "The Bishop is a fool who thinks holiness is measured by the whiteness of his surplice. Real purity isn't the absence of dirt, Beatrice. It's the ability to walk through the deepest, darkest mire and come out the other side with your soul still intact." [S7E7] Untainted by Filth

"I am still here. My purpose is still whole. I am untainted by their filth." "Time is a luxury for those with clean

He placed his hand on the smooth, cool wood of the altar, leaving no trace of dirt behind. "The Bishop is a fool who thinks holiness

"The Bishop is asking questions about your presence here," she warned him softly. "He says a man of your... reputation... does not belong in a place dedicated to purity. He says you bring the grime of the world in with you."

"You are late, Silas," she said, her voice flat and devoid of the warmth she usually reserved for the parish faithful.

"Then come," she said, her voice finally softening into a whisper of a smile. "Sit down. Tell me the story of how you survived the dark, and let me help you wash away the road."