"At what cost, Silas?" Beatrice asked, her eyes tracing a fresh, angry red scar that ran along his jawline. "Look at you. You are bleeding, exhausted, and hunted. You live in the filth you fight."
"Time is a luxury for those with clean hands, Sister," Silas replied, tossing his coat over the back of a rear pew. "I have spent the last seventy-two hours in the belly of the beast, and I assure you, it is not a punctual place." [S7E7] Untainted by Filth
He walked down the center aisle, his heavy boots clicking rhythmically. "The case is closed. I found the ledger. Every corrupt official, every blackguard who traded human lives for gold in the docks—their names are in here." "At what cost, Silas
"The Bishop is asking questions about your presence here," she warned him softly. "He says a man of your... reputation... does not belong in a place dedicated to purity. He says you bring the grime of the world in with you." You live in the filth you fight
"Let them hunt me," Silas said quietly, his voice losing its hard edge. "Let them call me ruined, or broken, or stained. I don't care about the mud on my boots or the blood on my hands. I went into that darkness to save those who couldn't save themselves. And despite everything they did to drag me down to their level..."