"Many of the men who first started construction of the Cathedral, no matter how much of their blood and sweat mixed between the stones of this building, were not able to complete it in their lifetime. It took several generations of fathers and sons, really, to finally finish this grand monument to a god of dubious existence.

... And yet."

He opens his palms and his face gives a clearly condescending look at the space in front of him.

"And yet, would you not say that in itself is an utter waste? Wasted because it was never used or realized for its own purpose. Wasted because the artists never bothered to create for himself. From then on, his talents are no longer his own. And you see, Dok, I can't help but feel bothered knowing this. The work is skilled, yes, but there is nobody who created this 'house of worship' of his own skills."

Better to raze it down.