Congregant of Disdain

Unevolved

"It appears my efforts are not needed here."
Most of the temple's inhabitants were already dead. The object of their worship was a little girl, and their intense adoration of her had been their demise.
"You're frail, Himeka, but I trust you with repose."

Evolved

"I can still save you. I know you're not so frail."
He had shattered the synthetic's limbs, but they were fast regenerating. Even then, she never stopped singing—that part of her was broken long, long ago.
"I'm happy, Axia. You are a worthy Heir to Destruction."