[the man in cardinal's robes steps into the room, calm as can be. If Allen connects he reacts only minimally, as though perhaps brushing off a child's swipe. Without the slightest infringement, he proceeds across the room.]
[Cross doesn't budge except for his mouth curling into a smirk, though his tone is as serious and even as before.] You're the only one who can make your path. [not a movement to stop the cardinal as he presses Judgment to Cross's forehead, the mask clinking against the metal barrel.]