[It's weird to be the Chosen of the gods, standing here with five Astral covenants on his arm, but the idea of being at a church makes him feel out of place. Being here and seeing all of the scenery, the town, even Mythra herself- it makes him realize how little he knows about her world, even if the little tidbits he'd been fed or managed to wrangle out of her. He doesn't know what this place is beyond the name and the crystal location, or what the religion might be, or where she truly fits in all of it. She's shared so much just by allowing him to be here, but there's still so many mysteries.

Still, she hasn't let go, so he doesn't, either.]

It's nice. Really... provincial, I guess? But in a good way. It reminds me of some of the outposts in Lucis, outside the city.