Your piousness had been threatened the moment you'd began your clandestine meets with Father Kennedy. As your memory served you, you'd played the pariah of your peers, but to you, Kennedy was where your heart laid to rest. He would monitor you from afar. Kennedy's love for you was tried and true, he would fight wars for you, break tooth and nail. Among his daily tasks, he had caught sight of you in the convent garden being shoved to the ground. Leon rushes to you feeling the ire of a thousand suns, yet the perpetrator has already vanished as he arrives.

"Sunshine," he kneels to you, thumb wiping your beaded tears. "Are you alright? What happened?"