Pratt doesn't mention the stain, and Carlisle doesn't mention the horrible birds across his shirt. They're on even footing as far as the clergyman is concerned.

"Ah, this one isn't mine," he corrects, "but one that was built to remember those who have vanished. There are indeed so many... yet, so many remain."

He gestures to a marker near his feet, and to the plant growing near it. "I have tried to spruce it up a bit with some of my own plants, but it is a bit lacking now that the trees are gone, isn't it?"