Elijah was about to brush off the kind words and already started replying some form of gratitude for the help when the other man continued. His voice lowered as if it were a secret. He looked at him curiously.

"Ah?" He stared and wondered.

"Did the church tell you about Father Richar-", as soon as the words were out of his mouth, the constable forced an awkward smile on his face and a panicked look came to his eyes as they darted away. "I mean he's been a great help, but I've gone to him a lot in the past, and he has said he can't help me any more. And .." he tried to act like nothing was wrong and glanced back towards the man before looking away again. "Ah.. I mean.. my life is ok. My only big problem I don't think can be fixed, especially the church."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry.. just ... as hard as I've tried to ignore it. I've an incurable evil deep in my heart. I've been ignoring it but now I'm just trying to put up a wall around it."