"How dare I?" Though Jaq's features were just as relaxed as before, his tone was sharp and harsh. There was a low growl to his words, forceful but quiet. "Where do you find the courage to question me? To tell me to leave? When did you obtain any power over me, little one?" Stepping over the rapidly cooling corpse of the young girl, Jaq moved to crowd Zane further against a wall to remind him who held all the power here. Darkness cast over his features again, pulled out from inside of him.
Catching sight of Zane's reflexive gesture, Jaq remembered exactly what he had always carried with him hidden away as if it was some sort of secret shame. Perhaps it was. "Are you not going to pray for her, priest?" His words carried a mocking curiosity and the question was sincere in some ways.
"I was simply... helping them meet their God. He cannot ignore them when they are stood before Him, don't you think?" Jaq had never believed in God, and as a man of science who had been surrounded by death long since his birth, it was difficult to believe a vengeful or a benevolent God existed. If He did, Jaq had no intention of living under His broken whim.