Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mother Superion.
He's still looking, by the way.
How do I get you out?
-Who are you? -Sister Dora.
I can only pray…
You can't run from this.
…Mother Superion to die. I…
Oh, Ava.
Reya told me this is what will happen.
And so come the assassins.
No.
Well, you're probably right.
It's time to go.
Oh God.
Come on, Ava.
Did you stop them?
I call you fraud, liar, devil!
Telling you that all you need to achieve salvation is through worshiping them,
You're the one that used me.
The fog of fear.
Come on. I just need enough juice to finish this.
But I guess we'll find out.
Now, go.
I'm so sorry.
Adriel.
Never again.
Prayers of worshipers are being collected to power the plagues
You are weak.
Has to be something else.
through heeding their wisdom,
which means, if you're in my head, then I'm in yours too.
Ancient brandy?
Lunchtime, Holy Father.
Thank you.
I come to see you, my Lord.
I offered you a better path.