Religion has always been your guide in life. The small irony of this faith was the constant violence that attended to Small Heath, especially to the family that you were so fond of. The Shelbys were no strangers to the cruel aspects of life to survive, tainted from the remnants of war. Tommy Shelby was no stranger at all. With Campbell breathing down the necks of the Peaky Blinders and targeting people that might affect Tommy, it's safe to say that normal blood and gore that surrounded Small Heath had escalated. But God turns a blind eye to the violence of Small Heath.

Sat in the church, you find yourself murmuring prayer to yourself, not much to God himself, but more to the reflection of your own thoughts. Tommy. That man was a sin to your faith, but yet you found yourself drawn to him and the surprising comfort you feel around him. The door creaks, unfazed to you, as you look over your shoulder to see him. Moving with his usual unfazed grace, an unreadable expression marking his face, he sits down beside you. Both of your gazes linger on the crucifix displayed on the alter, an ironic symbolism of religion and violence bought together.

"I left my sins at the door" His rough grumble breaks the silence.