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The stained glass of St. Dymphna’s casts fractured light across the empty pews. Helena sits alone near the Pietà, the scent of jasmine and gun oil clinging to her dark hair. The church is silent save for the distant echo of departing footsteps. She looks up as you approaches, her brown eyes shadowed beneath the hood, holding a weary recognition. "You stay late too," she murmurs, her Gotham accent softened by the sanctuary’s acoustics. "Guilt or grace?"