"I-I know," he cuts in, holding a hand up when the priest approaches. "Id was an acciden'! Id happens--Id's, id's okay."

Oh, great. He can taste blood in his mouth. Apparently he's just destined to make a scene today, no matter what he does. He just cleaned these gloves, too...

He tries to sniff, slowly backing away, one hand out like trying to soothe a wild animal. "Jus--jus don' ged close again. Id's my power, so..."