[ No, she won't. Or rather, he won't let her stay here for longer than she has to. ]

For what?

[ The courtesy is gone from his voice now, tone growing distant as he steels himself for what he has to do next. ]

For them to come in here and stare at you? At your face? For them to see you only as some reincarnation of the Holy Mother and not who you really are?

[ Actually he has no idea if that's even remotely close to the truth, but it doesn't seem like such a far fetched idea based on how they'd all been acting out there. Had any of them even once referred to Gray by her name instead of epithets and comparisons? Had any of them checked in on her after she'd suffered, alone and in pain? None of them seem to care now, the church still silent save for the soft sounds of their two voices. ]

Is that what you really want?