The confessor eventually lowered his hand, it was obvious she had no desire to return his greeting. What a shame she wasn't even willing to share in the most basic of civilities. All the while Ezekiel continued to fiddle with the datapad, mechanical fingers dancing expertly across its keys. He hissed and cursed at the device as the EVA continued to find no sign of Nod or GDI channels. Isaac stood there for a moment, regarding the girl behind crimson eye-lenses, green smoke billowing from the censer swinging at his hip. A burning, acrid smell filled the air around it, like an open bottle of chemical cleaner.

	"That is true, and many atrocities have transpired behind that same sentiment. But that does not mean it is any less valid. Change is often violent, it is chaotic and destructive. But it also tears down that which was old, bloated, rotting from the inside out. What's more, people must be ready and willing to fight for the things and ideals they hold dear to them. My brothers and I have done great and terrible things, but they were all in the name of what we believed to be best for mankind, for an ascension to something greater. We are men of faith, and we have long known the merits of zeal, mercy, guilt, and humility. Every death, every war, every interrogation weighs upon us, as it would any other man. But we know that what we do is God's will, it is the will of Kane. I cannot expect a child to understand us, but I will pray one day you come to realize the truth of my words. May God be with you, my dear." 

	With that the Confessor turned from the girl and headed of deeper into the slums. His retinue followed in suit, and the six of them began to chant softly, Isaac leading and his retinue responding. The trail of smoke followed them like a serpent through the streets. A few of the slum-dwellers followed curiously, whispering among themselves as the strange procession continued onward.

[@Raineh Daze]