"What?" Comes out incredulously, almost somewhat insulted at the thought. If this were normal did he honestly think he'd be this worried over it? Or that he'd come to confess his crime at all?

What's worse is the "I don't know?" but he supposes even a pastor would lose his focus after a story like that. He sighs softly, very nearly apologizing for his uppity response.

"No, I mean, I don't know... I'm getting these visions of the future but it's like I've lived it already. Memories that I've forgotten somehow. But, that doesn't even make sense. This only started recently though, I just thought maybe it was the alcohol or something, like I was dozing where I sat and dreaming it all." And then he grew wings.