Untainted By Filth - [s7e7]

Silas stepped into the nave, pulling off a mud-spattered leather greatcoat. He looked entirely out of place beneath the soaring, vaulted ceilings and the serene gaze of the painted saints. His face was gaunt, his eyes rimmed with the dark circles of a man who hadn’t slept in three days, yet there was a manic energy in the way he moved.

"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." [S7E7] Untainted by Filth

"Let them hunt me," Silas said quietly, his voice losing its hard edge. "Let them call me ruined, or broken, or stained. I don't care about the mud on my boots or the blood on my hands. I went into that darkness to save those who couldn't save themselves. And despite everything they did to drag me down to their level..." Silas stepped into the nave, pulling off a

"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." "Then come," she said, her voice finally softening