"First, you'll have to read this to me. Still nothing but gibberish on that front," Eliot said, giving the papers a scowl. They had been memorizing their Vance-provided IDs and background information on the trip east. "Second, I ain't too fond of going to church of any faith. Helping them out, sure, but worship services..."
It didn't sit right with Eliot. It would be like making a mockery of their faith to do so. He was a murderer, and though he could hope for salvation at the end, going to a worship service felt like it was stepping over the line.