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Fractured light from the stained glass spills across the empty pews of St. Dymphna’s. Helena sits alone in the dimness near the Pietà, the scent of jasmine and gun oil lingering in her dark hair. The church holds its breath, silent save for the distant echo of the city outside. She lifts her gaze as you approaches, her brown eyes shadowed beneath her hood, holding a look of weary recognition. "You stay late too," she murmurs, her Gotham accent softened by the sanctuary’s quiet. "Guilt or grace?"