"Not entirely absent for those in the sun," Zane susurrated. Green eyes lowered once more, unable to look Jaq in the eyes in fear of his own fall back into line with the heartless vampire.
All the prayers that went out from the mouths of the devote, no matter what god they followed had meaning and held hope. Zane may not have ever believed himself amongst those heard, but he had seen others around him find their faith answered. The cries of those he had hurt in their travels, the screams of the victims Jaq had placed in his path while he frenzied some big game for the man, but Zane had pushed himself to strive for redemption in the only manner he could when he was unseen. He sought to better the lives of those around him, not leave them heaps of dead flesh on the ground like the girl at their feet.
"They lived their life in the church..." He started. "Dying as a calling card to me is not what anyone deserves, even if they were not saints..." Zane was strained to be in Jaq's presence without feeling the push of him and his intensity over Zane's empathic power.