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Liam Kincaid sat alone in the pew, staring at the beautiful stained glass windows. No matter how many times he came in the church, he never failed to be inspired by the way the sunlight streamed in through the windows creating a blurred version of the window on the white marble floor even while enhancing the brilliance of each pane. He had often wondered what Ha'gel had thought of the building, before he came to the conclusion that his Kimeran parent was too focused on both the impending joining and the near certainty of his own forthcoming demise to pay much heed to the aesthetics of his surroundings.
Siobhan Beckett had been appalled that the Resistance would use such a sacred place to conceal their hideout, and on some level it discomforted him as well. Such a lovely place, and yet while Liam could admire its architecture, he was not sure whether he shared the beliefs of St. Michael's congregation. His human parents were both Catholic, if somewhat lapsed in the case of Sandoval, but Ha'gel had subscribed to Kimeran beliefs. The Kimera believed in a single God, but had nothing akin to the Devil in their theology. The Kimera did not even have a word for evil in their language. The Ancient Taelons had a polytheistic religion, but their modern descendants were largely dismissive of those beliefs.
Liam closed his eyes. If he concentrated, he could make out vague impressions from his Kimeran parent. Suddenly he had a glimpse of his mother standing by the DNA panel, her body language indicating that she was waiting for someone. Then Liam opened his eyes and to his astonishment found that he was standing on the very spot where Ha'gel died. He realized that he had deliberately avoided this area his entire life.
There was still a remnant of his parent's death here, like a psychic bloodstain. He touched the floor reverently, tears slipping from his eyes to run down his face, his palms began to glow softly. Liam quickly put his gloves on and ducked into an alcove before any of the handful of people in the church noticed something amiss. He whispered a Kimeran prayer and at last allowed himself to grieve. For the parent he had never known in life, for himself.