[ Shisui hadn't seen the message, having only just got back from Konoha a while ago. His eye has been looked into both by Itachi and by Yukio, and instead of wearing a bandage around it, he has it closed. Shisui has no idea that Elizabeth is in the church at all, and had only ventured out because he had been bored, and was looking for some place quiet to think.
But upon entering, he hears the distinct sound of sobbing echoing throughout the empty church, and his brows knit in a frown. It doesn't take long for him to recognize who it is, for who could mistake that elaborate dress?
Pushing his own personal concerns away, he pads over to the altar, doing his best to not startle her as he approaches from behind, then quietly takes his place beside her on the floor, sitting down cross-legged, about a distance of three feet between them.
He says nothing, but only observes her from where he is sat, as quiet as ever, letting her cry over whatever it is that bothered her.
...Eventually, he looks up at the altar and at the paintings over it, faded and peeling, crumbling in places. There are people sat around a large table, dining. Not just any people, he guesses, noticing the remnants of a halo behind one person, who is obviously supposed to be the center of focus. The man's face is half peeled away, yet there is a faint smile, though the eyes stare off into the distance, as if they carry a secret.
What is the significance? he wonders silently. What is the significance of a bunch of people sat around a dinner table? Oh, perhaps they are saints. But--
Shisui's eyebrows dip in a slight frown as he looks to Elizabeth once more, only to look back up at the men painted above the altar, accusing.
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But upon entering, he hears the distinct sound of sobbing echoing throughout the empty church, and his brows knit in a frown. It doesn't take long for him to recognize who it is, for who could mistake that elaborate dress?
Pushing his own personal concerns away, he pads over to the altar, doing his best to not startle her as he approaches from behind, then quietly takes his place beside her on the floor, sitting down cross-legged, about a distance of three feet between them.
He says nothing, but only observes her from where he is sat, as quiet as ever, letting her cry over whatever it is that bothered her.
...Eventually, he looks up at the altar and at the paintings over it, faded and peeling, crumbling in places. There are people sat around a large table, dining. Not just any people, he guesses, noticing the remnants of a halo behind one person, who is obviously supposed to be the center of focus. The man's face is half peeled away, yet there is a faint smile, though the eyes stare off into the distance, as if they carry a secret.
What is the significance? he wonders silently. What is the significance of a bunch of people sat around a dinner table? Oh, perhaps they are saints. But--
Shisui's eyebrows dip in a slight frown as he looks to Elizabeth once more, only to look back up at the men painted above the altar, accusing.
Why don't you look at her?
...Couldn't they see she was hurting? ]