"Sometimes they're wonderful. More vibrant than anything I can describe. Sometimes, they're torturous, designed to break me. I break quite often. It's part of my nature."

He walks around the church, life blooming in his footsteps. It isn't restoring the place to what it was, and in some cases it's actually hastening on the ruin, roots pushing through cracked stone, but it's a sort of destruction that lives and breathes and grows.

"You're a fool to keep fighting, Father. But that isn't a bad thing."