She stands before the altar, looking over the troubled crowd, and speaks in a theatrical yet somehow serious voice.

Now, come and confess your sins. Not to God, but to me, Mementomori. I shall take them all upon myself and grant you forgiveness... No matter how trivial it may be, it does not matter.

She smiles warmly and beckons the gathered people. Beside her, Zenkopasu stands with a worried yet gentle expression.