Hate brings to men wars and fear!

                        ————– REVERENCE————–

One part of you dreams of giving yourself up – perhaps just for a while – to a hero or mentor. In the right circumstances you can flourish by letting go of your ego. In your inner life, reverence plays out as a willing submission to your own conscience. In the outside world, you might get frustrated searching for something worth believing in – a country, a person, a company – but you will always be open to feeling respect, admiration and wonder.

                         ————- SHYNESS ————

Part of you is gripped by the fear that you’ll launch into something and completely mess it up. The upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. Probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. But when you do feel in your element, you act with a wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.

                          ———— SENSITIVITY————–

You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

At this, Alfred frowned slightly. It wasn’t that his upbeat attitude was suddenly lost, it was more that he himself was rather lost. “They are meager, I’m afraid. My last one was the small suspicion of a foreigner- not that I buy in to the more violent suspicions of my fellow Yharnamites. Such is not my way…” he trailed off again as if in thought.

“If uh…If I might be of help, sirs?” Squeaked a voice from the floor.

Alfred raised a brow and looked to the ragged dweller, their sightless eyes fixed in their general direction. “But of course.” He responded.

“I have heard from survivors of central Yharnam that…doctor Iosefka ran into a ‘bit of trouble shortly after the foreigner or ah…hunter, left her clinic.” They shifted their arms and tapped their fingers upon the floor as if it were a nervous habit.

Alfred thought a moment. “Well, I’m never one to turn down someone in need. And it maybe even help us in…some way.” He shrugged, looking to his companion. “What do you think?”

The rune for "Radiance," adopted by the sworn Executioners under Logarius' command.

He had managed to find a room with a shallow water basin. It was one he usually visited once per hunt. The dweller told him about it quite a while ago, and while he felt a bit of guilt in keeping it to himself, it gave him a quiet space to think and rinse the beast blood from his face. It was one of the few ways he kept his humanity about himself.

With a sigh, he sat upon the floor, counting his bullets and wiping what gore he could from his rifle. The kirkhammer was hopeless. He’d long since given up on trying to keep such a weapon clean. But the rifle was still sacred. All the while he whispered prayers.

Eventually he stood, greeting his friend as he returned to the main body of the chapel.

“There now, I’m feeling quite better. One can hardly feel civilized while drenched in blood. Wouldn’t you agree?” He smiled and tilted his head slightly. His friend’s face was a little peculiar. The colors seemed a shade too pale. Yet even when his skin was crawling, he would never be the one to strike first….

Lamont made a face for the express purpose of venting his annoyance at his companion’s chipper attitude, but managed to play it off as if disgusted at the state of his clothes. “... Yes.”