Leon snorts, trying to picture Luis in a clerical collar and failing.

"Would've been a different world for sure," he says. "So that plan's out, unless any of the others have been holding out on us when it comes to the ability to banish demons and ghosts."

Shaking his head, he lets his shoulders sag slightly with exhaustion - a narrow but noticeable deviation from his usual military-perfect posture.

"This is almost making me miss when most of my problems were the kind you could just shoot or stab until they went away. At least that was simpler."