Mm. No one really comes to church anymore. After the accident, they didn't bother to repair it. [Though really, it looks like it's had multiple accidents, judging from the holes in the roof alone.] It may seem like a waste, but it gave the flowers their own place to grow.

We have visitors, sometimes. [The rain falls harder and faster. Aerith ignores it, smiling at Paprika.] They're usually special people.