Kain returned a serious stare at Daniel when the vampire's eyes came across him. He kept quiet until the situation seemed to die down then sat down with a heavy huff, glancing at each person. [i]I guess I won't be sleeping for a long time..[/i] The lycan thought, his eyes closing half way as he reflected the recent events between the three subjects. Soon, the lycans eyes were locked on the trash talking hunter, giving the man a glare with no word coming from his mouth. Soon, a weak, hoarse yet familiar voice broke the brief moment of silence, the voice of the injured reverend. 

“J..Judge not, and you will not be judged... condemn not, and you will not be condemned." Alfons said, grunting as he tried to sit up. His wounds had healed somewhat, but when he sat up some of the cuts re-opened, letting him loose more blood.. Thank god blood loss isn't a problem for a typical lycan. "F-forgive, and you will be forgiven. Luke 6, 37." His pained eyes scanned the room, and finally the reverend shook his head. "This devil spawn wanted us to go against each other, become the monstrous demons we try not to be... He is succeeding. You all have lost faith... I do not blame you... But don't target an angel for your anger or a mortal.. Remember who is responsible for your suffering."