I'd rather your head not be on the block, like, ever. Job or no. But good to know. [ there's a pause. ] ...I knew what I was doing back then. I'd already suspected Sheba at the time, and guesstimated as best as I could. But I get it. Sorry.

[ anyway he watches this video while i assume you're asleep. ]

...so she left, and she must've come back in time to see someone looking for her and prepared to defend herself and everyone else in the church. We're going to have to be looking for some kind of explosive. Molotov cocktail maybe? Or some kind of pipe bomb. [ honestly he'd wonder if it was ch*rizard somehow but pocket balls shouldn't be working. ]