"Those are actually --" River grimaced and became a series of winces and other awkward facial expressions at. "Lies. Rather." Church most certainly didn't do any of those things. If he had...there likely wouldn't be any more Church left to kill.
But he wouldn't do that -- River knew he wouldn't do that. It simply wasn't the Church she knew.
The sickening crack of bone filled the room, echoed by the screaming. River flinched. If he didn't stop screaming soon, he'd meet a likely very similar fate. She half-hid behind York, setting her jaw, and glanced away, focused intently on the opposite wall. Her lips drawn between her teeth, she looked like she didn't want to be there anymore.