Gabriel fidgets in his seat, closing his eyes and breathing deep as if it were hard to breath in such a small space with what weighed on him. He slicks a hand back through his hair, making it stay that way for the time being. He then makes the motion of the cross in front of his chest.

"To be honest, I doubt what I've done can be so easily forgiven with prayer, but I need to get this off of my chest. Who else could I possibly talk to?" His brother knows of course but, he'd protect him from his crimes and sweep it under the rug, it would fester there. There's no chance of relief that way.

"I don't even know where to start. There's so much that's happened." He says with a sigh, rubbing a hand over his face.