Cath crossed himself at the blessing. If Father Peter knew his thoughts, he doubted he would be so kind. The priest was far too good at making him see reason. He didn't want to see reason right now. He wanted his Mae or to join her in Hell. There was no other options.
"Just take us to the girl's body," he said wearily. "Please."
He raked his fingers through his short, bleached hair, which probably didn't do anything for it's appearance. "Shall we?" he suggested, nodding towards the door.