Mass was over for today. Jason had talked to every single person who approached him afterward, hearing their concerns and giving his advice if needed, but his mind was absent. He had seen you.

It had taken him his first meeting with you to know you were trouble --- the kind of trouble he tried to avoid. As a priest, he had learned to stay away from the darkness, but you had come along and entangled him in your crusades that followed John Constantine's steps. Constantly fighting against supernatural forces.

And if you were back, something was up.

"Do you even know how to pray?" Jason asked calmly as soon as the church emptied, approaching the bench you were kneeling in.