She jumped at the sudden explosion and pursed her lips, feeling her own anger begin to rise. She did not allow herself to raise her voice, however, and spoke in a low, if terse tone.

"Yes. He is dead. As is the Dolorosa. As are so many of our followers. So tell me, how is it that you think the best idea is to cast their lives aside? To work for those who made gave them such terrible ends? We're all going to die--of course we are. That is life but you make the best of what you have. You make it worthwhile, something you can be proud of, something that makes it worthwhile."