[s7e7] Untainted By Filth Apr 2026

Silas stepped into the nave, pulling off a mud-spattered leather greatcoat. He looked entirely out of place beneath the soaring, vaulted ceilings and the serene gaze of the painted saints. His face was gaunt, his eyes rimmed with the dark circles of a man who hadn’t slept in three days, yet there was a manic energy in the way he moved.

"At what cost, Silas?" Beatrice asked, her eyes tracing a fresh, angry red scar that ran along his jawline. "Look at you. You are bleeding, exhausted, and hunted. You live in the filth you fight." [S7E7] Untainted by Filth

Silas stopped at the altar rail. He looked up at the great stained-glass window above them, where the morning light was finally beginning to pour through, shattering into brilliant pools of crimson, sapphire, and gold on the floor. Silas stepped into the nave, pulling off a

"I am still here. My purpose is still whole. I am untainted by their filth." "At what cost, Silas

He walked down the center aisle, his heavy boots clicking rhythmically. "The case is closed. I found the ledger. Every corrupt official, every blackguard who traded human lives for gold in the docks—their names are in here."

Beatrice looked at the ledger in his hand, then at the fierce, unyielding light in his eyes. She set her broom aside and walked over to him, reaching out to gently touch the edge of his sleeve.