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[nonvenomous]

Book/crystal/correspondence/action/whatever you desire.

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[nonvenomous]

I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.

Some gods are more invested in the welfare of mortals than others.

[ Wherever he is, there’s a faint echo to his voice. ]

He’s been kind to me.

[poleaxed]

Then he's better than all the gods we have over here. S'why there's no point in tattling. Maker ain't listening anyhow.

[This justification brought to you by poorly remembered religious education.]

If I've to pray for you, it ought to be to Him, innit?

[nonvenomous]

[ He is -- briefly -- stricken to silence.

The moment you realize you’ve done a better job preaching on a plane where your god doesn’t exist than the one you’re from. Also pray for him?? ]

If you’d like. I confess I tend to eschew formality in that regard. But there is comfort in knowing someone cares for you as you are.

[poleaxed]

Formality? It's just praying.

Or... blimey, you're chosen by a god and you don't pray to Him?

[nonvenomous]

[ Again, there’s a ripple of quiet. Dick opens his mouth. He closes it. He pulls the crystal closer to him at the edge of the bath, as if to lower the volume. ]

It seems disrespectful to ask him for anything under the circumstances.

[ Apart from that one time on the ship -- ]

Which are complicated. [ To clarify. ]

[poleaxed]

Praying isn't just asking for- [She can feel herself getting loud. A moment, and then-] 'kinell, mate, it's how you say thanks.

[nonvenomous]

In advance?

[poleaxed]

After! You ain't dead, you got something to be thankful for, you great gobshite.