"He'd seemed like a nice man," Eleven recalls with a quiet frown and a familiar, roiling regret. "To have been a priest.. though I suppose the Dark One had his own disciples as well."

It was difficult to know whether it was worse if the man he'd spoken with held darkness within him for longer than he'd known, or that he'd been led astray.

Eleven draws his knees up and looks out at the crowd. "Surely someone must know- the Aion, perhaps.."