That ire surprises Glacius... not that he's surprised that Carlisle harbors ill will for the man that just ran him through with his own garden sheers, but that it seems to be so fervently on his side after his double had just dragged him thoroughly through the dirt. The alien tucks his head back, unable to respond to the clergyman, afraid to call back on those memories and risk worsening wounds that are already gaping and raw.

"We should go back," the otherworldly being murmurs--attempting to avoid the question, which is a tactic Carlisle should be all too familiar with.