An ossuary..? [That alone is surprising in itself.] I cannot think of any reason for him to have sought shelter in such a place...and yet, this is where he was found? [He doesn't sound disbelieving. If anything, he sits stunned, in wonder perhaps, trying to piece together a puzzle he's never seen, parts mixed together, and upside down.]

I almost feel as if I am hearing about another person entirely- I don't doubt your words in the slightest, but it feels so strange, so very alien perhaps. The one I knew was...typically not interested in talking, at least not with his peers, certainly not myself. When he did it feels in hindsight as if he were placing a mask upon himself to fit some sort of mold I could not see, one I wish still that I had been able to catch sight of myself.

You say all this happened not long before his demise, as well? [...There is...an ache there. A wondering, a question. The words keep dying on the tip of his tongue, but he finally asks-]

...Did you ever speak to him as one of the church..? Before that time came?