Bastien
Melita's answer was wonderful in it's simple honesty. Bastien knew he often got ahead of himself, rambling away on a point connected to a tangent connected to a passing thought, so he could appreciate her succinct response. "I see. Then you have continued that ever-present sun into this world too."He tried his best, despite his affiliation with The Voice, to not judge the other Gods or followers of them unless he had direct experience (for example, he did not care for Safrin, but not because she was an Old God). While he was sure Ludo, should he actually ever meet the God, would cast him away at least, hurt him at worst, it was probably true for Melita that the death-guide had been kind.
Pleased that she agreed to make him another piece, he grinned and motioned to the many blank canvases lining the wall. "You may come in to work on it whenever you like. Though too many times and I may have to impose a membership with the guild upon you again." With a wink he returned to his own painting just to add a signature. Not one of his best, but it had the memory of this conversation contained within the strokes, so he would keep it.
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
