Jasel looks at her. He tries to hide the depression. He had a feeling she could see it. He didn't want others to know what he felt. Expecially not his pain. He looks at her. Smiling faintly. He watches her jump off a building and then land in his general direction. He fingers the chain of the cross that fell through his fingers. He sighs a bit. Worried about the people who had lived in the church with him. What had he done to them? He never remembered afterwards what happened. He looks at her. "The darkness...she brings nothing but sorrow...at least in my life she does." he turns and looks at her. "My name is Father Jasel. I have no last name...never have since became a priest." he says softly. Smiling at her a bit. "What is your name beautiful maiden?" he asks softly.