The Soldier drops its head again, this time directly onto the pew, with a little groan. "Thank you. That's. Thank you. It's better. If I can't hear it." Just going to keep eyes away from the windows, so it can't see the colored flashes, and then it can pretend nothing bad is happening at all.

Once the reel of devastation stops playing behind its eyes, anyway.

Talking. Talking is a distraction. That will help. "How did you do it."