in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Already feeling as though his drink is getting very empty very quickly, Danta taps the bar and orders another - and another screwdriver for Tal (sorry), since he doesn't know how many the other man has already put away, and drinking alone is no fun. "Mm?" Glancing across at the courier, Danta sits himself up and shrugs his shoulders.
"They're just... gods, aren't they?" he says. "Dygra is Dygra, Caido is Caido. The three are the three, and their heralds are heralds. I wasn't here when all this Voice stuff happened, so none of the gods have ever been Old Gods to me." Referring to them in that way gives the impression that there are New Gods, and for Danta at least, that has never been true.
In terms of them being different, though, he figures that's self explanatory at least. "Well Dygra is the only one worth praying to," he says, fully confident, "so any shrine should be for her, right?"
"They're just... gods, aren't they?" he says. "Dygra is Dygra, Caido is Caido. The three are the three, and their heralds are heralds. I wasn't here when all this Voice stuff happened, so none of the gods have ever been Old Gods to me." Referring to them in that way gives the impression that there are New Gods, and for Danta at least, that has never been true.
In terms of them being different, though, he figures that's self explanatory at least. "Well Dygra is the only one worth praying to," he says, fully confident, "so any shrine should be for her, right?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
