It's pretty messed up-ouch, hey!

[He jostles the kid in his grip that's suddenly biting at his arm, but doesn't pay it much mind otherwise.

There's a hell of a lot to say about parents and other trusted adults of the village manipulating and brainwashing kids into throwing their own lives away for the will of some crazy cultists, but there's no reason to spend the effort ranting about it. This happens too easily. And the only silver lining in this whole fucked up thing is that he won't feel too bad about the newly orphaned kids that's sure to come from this battle with the outsiders. They're better off if this is how the people that are supposed to love them treat them.]

I'm trying to grab the ones I can. Lockin' em up in the church.

[Both so they don't hinder the ones gung-ho on rescuing the missing outsiders, and so they don't have to witness or experience too much violence.]

They ain't making it easy though.

[He aims his cross at more coming towards them, bullets scattering the ground in front of their feet to keep them at bay.]

I need to drop this one off, but if you need a path, I can hold 'em of for a few.