The New Salem Philanthropic Society. No, Sonny hasn't heard of that. Though the name strikes him as something one might name their cult. Wordy and flowery and really, really made up. Not that Sonny likes knocking people's religion — he doesn't. As long as nobody's getting hurt, anyway. And Credence seems nice. Not like someone who would get involved in the wrong-doings of a weird religious cult.

Though, the other boy does strike him as somebody who might get wrapped up in a cult as a naive follower.

"Nah," Sonny says, shaking his head. "I only asked because 'purgatory' isn't a word I hear much from people who aren't religious."

He shrugs a shoulder, hands smoothing absently over the blanket in his lap. "I'm Catholic, born and raised that way. Still go to church every week back in New York. I heard there's no church here, though. I was thinking about starting one, sort of."