Kecis leans against the altar quietly, eyes dry, but small puffs of steam occasionally rising from his tear ducts. " She wasn't a bad person. She believed in the Immaculates, more than most Dragon-Blooded, even... She wasn't someone who would attract an Anathema. Why did they have to take her?" He stands, and quietly strides out, blade across his back as he walks out of the hall, less angry and desperate looking, but still, the face of a man who's not at all happy.