Hotaru looked surprised as the scene came to an end. That person, that Alari, was unlike anything she'd ever expected out of the man. He didn't seem like someone who could be so cold as to murder a whole village. She shook her head when she realized Larel had moved and grabbed Alari. She had stood up to try and intervene, but Larel was running already. She looked at Alari, and nodded, "R-right," She murmured. She moved to the window, pulling her cloak on tight as she jumped out the window, going after Larel, following his scent. She didn't know what to do for him in this moment. She wanted to help him, but how could she justify or assuage anything they just saw. She sighed, looking around, trying to spot him.

Mera placed her elbow in her hand, leaning her hand into her chin, "Hmmm," was all she said at first, not seeming swayed in any particular direction by what she'd just seen. Sure it was a bit surprising, but it wasn't like she herself was responsible for a few bad scenes. She tilted her head idly, her face blank for a moment before she looked at him, "I'm guessing there's many more hidden layers in there," she said, not sound accusatory or disappointed, but more like she was just stating a fact. She moved to sit on her knees, crossing her arms, "I'm not really one to talk considering while yes you've seen bits and pieces of my past, I've never been entirely forthcoming either, but holding back things like that? You're just going to keep getting explosive responses..... are you wanting him to kill you?" she looked at him, raising a brow, "Some kind of atonement scheme?"

Mary moved deeper into the building, which she surmised to be some kind of church, trying to avoid the opened coffins, cringing every time she saw one was empty. She stopped as she reached an alter and frowned sseeing it was coated in blood, "What happened here?" She knelt down and touched an old stain, but she ripped her hand back as she saw a flash of something, "Oh no, we're not doing that," she whispered, looking around as she tucked her hands under her arms lest she touch something else, "Written answers will do thank you," she whispered as she took the rest of the stairs up the alter and looked at the book that was deteriorated due to exposure to the elements and squinted as she leaned in, trying to read what was on the page, "What language is this?" she mumbled, getting so focused on the book that she didn't notice the shadows around her moving, closing in on her.
She jumped when a tall candelabra fell over and went wide-eyed realizing just how dark the church had gotten. She backed up, trying to get away from the sentient darkness, but as she reached out to brace herself against the wall behind her, her mind was flooded with images. She was rendered paralyzed by the flood of information, the visions of a slaughter, of desecration of the coffins, searching for something, a glimpse of what was hidden in the church. When she finally snapped to, she threw her hands up, the shadows crashing in on her, threatening to drag her into the same oblivion fated to the people that were last here...