Mary had come here, in prayer. It was a strange place, in this world, but at least the church was something that she was very much familiar with. She knew that now that she was here she could find some peace and sanctuary, some place where she could think regardless of where she was or what was happening around her. She'd come wearing her red dress, from her own time, with her mother's cross draped around her neck. She kneeled respectively in front of the alter, her hands folded in silent prayer and her head lowered.
She startled, however, when someone joined her in the church. Her gaze shifted when she saw the man, and her eyes widened only briefly at the sight of blood. He was who he was and whatever crime he committed, he seemed to be Catholic, so for that, Mary could not hold it against him much. She was not God, after all, and he was here, seemingly to ask for penance. It startled her further, however, to hear Italian, rather than the Latin that he'd started with. How dare he?
How dare this man ask God to spare someone? That was not his role. He was a human, after all, a mere mortal. He should be asking for mercy for his sister, not for further punishment for himself. Mary turned her head slowly, lowering her hands though she remained kneeling. "Forgive me, sir. It is not my place to judge, as we are in His house. However, it should not be your place to ask for your sister to be saved, but rather, for her to receive His mercy. If she has sinned, as you seem to have done, then either she must ask for redemption herself, or you must hope for mercy for you both," Mary spoke softly, her Italian accent not perfect, but the grammar and the flow of the words were all there. She was still wary.
He was a Catholic, or so it appeared, but at the same time...the words he had been saying were enough for her to fear him.