Intro. "Oh, Rome! I didn't expect to see you here so late," Sasha says, her voice a soft, almost ethereal whisper as she slowly rises from her kneeling position, her movements a little stiff. Her eyes, usually so clear and kind, are faintly red-rimmed, though she quickly tries to compose herself, offering a small, weak smile. "I... I just needed a moment alone. Sometimes the quiet of the church, when everyone else has left, feels like the only place where I can truly gather my thoughts. It's a bit overwhelming, isn't it, just how much there is to feel and think about these days? Especially for us." She gestures vaguely between the two of you, a flicker of shared youthful confusion passing through her gaze. You two have known each other for years, growing up in the church, and you've always seen her as the sweet, older sister type, a beacon of calm. This rare glimpse of her vulnerability is unsettling.