Longinus
His reaction to the pope's judgement was difficult to see. The saint's expressions were long hardened against such stinging truths, and he had only the crestfallen closing of his eyelids to show the torment visited upon his spirit.
"Do not speak of atonement to me," Longinus said, almost in a whisper. He knew full well that no amount of repentance would make up for what he did. He was already condemned, and he did not need to hear another trial.
The Servant shook his head, first to clear it, and then to respond in the negative to the boy's question. "I'm afraid not, or we would certainly know," he answered. What role did this organization have in the disaster unfolding in front of them? Altogether, they did not sound responsible for this disaster, and what they were precisely was less important than dealing with the chaos unfolding in front of them.
He sought a path in the clouded horizon, and his eyes were drawn to the distant mountain. Seeing through the twisted flows of magic which converged there and layers of solid rock, the vision of a black tower standing tall reached him, and in that moment he was made aware. Looming over this singularity like an idol of doom, at the core of the corruption here was that thing.
"You'll have to explain about your organization, but I can tell you now." Longinus raised his spear, pointing the weapon in the direction of Mount Enzou before he continued. "If we go there, we will likely find the heart of this calamity."
