It was little more than a building to him. Sure, it apparently meant something to the people who had spent their years worshiping their god and asking for answers to everything. Julius wasn't non-religious, but his own beliefs had been one thing that was almost amusing to argue over with Brooke on her better days. He wasn't sure what to call today unless she was purposefully being suicidal. Normally he might have guessed her to be curled up in some corner back in one of her dark periods if Nevaeh hadn't seen her leaving. Why he felt like he had to be a white knight for these girls, he didn't know. His sister made sense considering he hadn't trusted Gabriel to do anything other than run off to the Government even though Julius still had no idea what had happened to their parents. He hadn't and didn't owe anything to Brooklyn Hopkins, the same girl who probably would have called him the anti-Christ on his worst days of messing around. Particularly if he had just shoved snow down the back of her shirt.
If anything though the place seemed tense even as he stood near the back after eventually following her. It seemed the least he could do was keep an eye out for the Government agents and go crazy pitbull on them if they tried to get her. It took a bit before he couldn't quite take it and just started labored breathing and tried to throw his voice as loud and deep as he could manage (unfortunately one thing his powers didn't do for him). "Brooklyn... I am your Father, the Lord Almighty... Come to the Dark Side. We have Pop Tarts."