Lucas silently walked behind her into the church. Father Walters was in the office, watching the TV in horror. He jumped when they approached him. He was clutching a tissue in his hands, his eyes puffy. They widened when he saw Lucas. 

"Lars? He's-"

Lucas nodded softly. 

Father Walters covered his mouth. Never did he think he would outlive the teenager he had taken in. Or witness such a horrible demise. "And Isaac?" 

Lucas's eyes fell to the ground as he nodded again.