Nah, it's fine. Alex is alright with off humor nowadays. In fact, he actually smiles at it. What the fuck, he thinks. We're talking about eternal damnation and cracking wise about it. In a chapel. If that's not a testament to where they were yanked from, he doesn't know what is. He drops and shakes his head, snickering.

"That's fucked up."

We are fucked up. And just a little stupid. There's a short silence as he looks up, fingers still linked together. He raises his eyebrows, exhaling. "Don't think I'll make the cut for parole, though. But I'll put in a good word for you."