Thomas shares Josephine's silent regard for the silver urn.
"Ms. Sterling,"--he bows his head to both Archivist and Priscus, unsure of which title to use in public--"We, yes . . ." It's good to know that the burden--in this instant--of Faith is split between them. "I've spoken with both, however brief, and expect, despite this, to carry one's ashes out this evening." His effort, as the saying goes, had been too little too late. Thomas extends his regard with a silent nod toward Michael Travis as the combatants enter the cage.
"I admit I have trouble discerning God's will in this, but will not cease to seek it. What of you, dear sister?" It would go without saying that she could expect his full support against the return of former Priscus Galloway--not in itself the business of a Priest, but Thomas feels, with the possibility of Travis' imminent death, the precious value of his remaining friend and confidant as well as the critical power base of the Lancea Sanctum in Sacramento. "Or is it too soon to say?"