A tall, anonymous figure stood only a distance away from the Church, having watched, but not actively participated in the proceedings that happened only a few dozen feet away from him. The figure was something that you wouldn't pay much attention to, and for good reason. He was tall, yes, but that's all that you could notice. His form was completely shrouded in an all-consuming black, blank cloak that fell to the dirt ground, complete with a tall, high black collar that hid everything up to the bridge of his nose. On top of this, a large straw hat rested meekly on his head, the complete outfit successfully making it so that not an inch of clothing, flesh, or skin could be seen on the man. Only glowing, completely bluish white eyes were evident to show that someone was even inside of the outfit. His sleeves were long and billowing, completely going past his fists. Over-all, a nonassuming figure that would blend in with the crowd. A useful disguise.

"'Mother'..." His voice was quiet, almost too quiet to be heard. It was young - lacking the grovelling, wavering voice of a middle-aged or older man -, yet it was deep and low, holding a smoky tone that would both pacify and caution anyone within earshot. "Foolishness." It wasn't that he didn't believe in her; it was just that...he blatantly didn't care. He didn't specifically ask to be created on this universe, so why would he praise a being that forcefully put him here without him having any prior knowledge to requesting such an act? It was all just complete foolishness. Without even moving his head from the Church, the figure spoke once more - this time to the similarly dressed female beside him. "...What is your thoughts, Adira?" There was honest curiosity in his apathetic tone.