Ask me your questions

"That is true -- I have lost all that I had, so I am trying to gain. Perhaps you shall not join me, but..." He shrugged. "I will not hold it against you. Each of us here is just trying to carve his own path, eh?" Bastien was not, admittedly, entirely sure what Safrin wanted, but he knew only one way to do most things. Loud and sexual and indulgent; her name would be said often which was what she had asked for, so he supposed it would be good enough. He had certainly not yet gotten any kind of negative response from the Deity about his chosen methods of worship. "It is how I know to pray, Remi. Perhaps you could do your own version, much more straight laced. For that seems to be your style, hm?" There was a joke hidden in the words that hadn't quite revealed itself, but Bastien's tone was still kind. He was amazed that once again it seemed commonplace for Gods to just be walking around; not just here in the Hollowed Ground but in other worlds. "No, you never saw God. Just had to believe He would be there some distant day. While he, or really a priest, decided what was good for you until then. I hated those bastardi." BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days