It wasn't that Tal was reluctant or hesitant to agree; he had no beef with Dygra, and he respected her in a confused, distant way as someone several of his friends revered. But the alcohol that greased some of the cogs in his earnest little brain also caused others to slip a few teeth as he tried to follow the unexpectedly deep and educational conversation, and it was taking some time for things to sink in past the comforting cushion of booze between him and the world.
"So y'don't need to uphold everythin' then, long as y'do some o' what she stands for?" he asked cautiously, though it wasn't clear if he was talking about Dygra specifically or religion more generally. There was a dawning light of hope trying to push through the storm clouds of his disappointment, but it didn't seem to be quite fully formed yet and the courier clearly wasn't used to wrestling with such weighty abstract considerations.
But he was finding himself in some desperate need of a theological lesson or two all of a sudden, and he was lucky enough that Professor Danta was feeling benevolent enough to provide.
"So y'don't need to uphold everythin' then, long as y'do some o' what she stands for?" he asked cautiously, though it wasn't clear if he was talking about Dygra specifically or religion more generally. There was a dawning light of hope trying to push through the storm clouds of his disappointment, but it didn't seem to be quite fully formed yet and the courier clearly wasn't used to wrestling with such weighty abstract considerations.
But he was finding himself in some desperate need of a theological lesson or two all of a sudden, and he was lucky enough that Professor Danta was feeling benevolent enough to provide.
