[s7e7] Untainted By Filth Apr 2026

"Time is a luxury for those with clean hands, Sister," Silas replied, tossing his coat over the back of a rear pew. "I have spent the last seventy-two hours in the belly of the beast, and I assure you, it is not a punctual place."

Beatrice looked at the ledger in his hand, then at the fierce, unyielding light in his eyes. She set her broom aside and walked over to him, reaching out to gently touch the edge of his sleeve. [S7E7] Untainted by Filth

"I am still here. My purpose is still whole. I am untainted by their filth." "Time is a luxury for those with clean

Silas let out a dry, humorless laugh that echoed sharply in the quiet church. He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a small, leather-bound notebook, its edges charred and stained. "The Bishop is a fool who thinks holiness is measured by the whiteness of his surplice. Real purity isn't the absence of dirt, Beatrice. It's the ability to walk through the deepest, darkest mire and come out the other side with your soul still intact." "I am still here

"Let them hunt me," Silas said quietly, his voice losing its hard edge. "Let them call me ruined, or broken, or stained. I don't care about the mud on my boots or the blood on my hands. I went into that darkness to save those who couldn't save themselves. And despite everything they did to drag me down to their level..."

Beatrice leaned on her broom, studying him. She had known Silas since they were children in this very village, long before he had left to join the capital's elite investigative force, and long before he had returned broken, cynical, and obsessed with the dark underbelly of the city.