[he's already taken the potion when he steps into the nave; he spares a quick glance for the room, the ceiling, wary. that's all the confirmation he needs that the Noah aren't close enough to get in his way, and then he's darting down the aisle, knocking over the pew where the communicator is set with Crowned Clown, not even bothering to look. that'll at least disrupt the video]
Master! [urgent. are you conscious, can you hear him. he wets his lips, drawing to a pause under the crucifix, taking in the man's -- condition]