I wish you didn't know, either. [ And he looks at that fresh, colorful image on the wall and scowls. ] Someone always has to go ruining a good thing. I mean, who would do something like this?
[ Immediately, he pushes off of the pew to stand. ] —don't answer that. Don't... tell me. Don't name names or describe faces or anything. [ Grimly, he regards the altar at the front of the church. Bare or not, he sees something there that almost makes him feel guilty.
Almost. ] It's better if I don't know, even if you can't forget.