mental link; day 050
[ Adra's mental voice is much like his actual voice: resonant, warm, oddly deep. He's been glad of this restful period; the flurry of the last mission weighs on him, even if he only (mercifully) experienced the tail end of it. He's been able to work on adjusting to the Nest in the meantime, to test all these newly formed connections, to know something of all these unfamiliar minds.
But he would like to know more. ]
( Tell me something, if you feel like it. What does faith mean to you? Religion? Doctrine? Is it something comforting, or something repellent? Did it foster community or oppression? What kinds of faiths have you lived in or alongside? Were you directed by gods? Or crushed by them, perhaps. )
[ He hasn't spoken to many people about the Light, though he's certainly not hiding his own position. ]
( Indulge an old priest. )
But he would like to know more. ]
( Tell me something, if you feel like it. What does faith mean to you? Religion? Doctrine? Is it something comforting, or something repellent? Did it foster community or oppression? What kinds of faiths have you lived in or alongside? Were you directed by gods? Or crushed by them, perhaps. )
[ He hasn't spoken to many people about the Light, though he's certainly not hiding his own position. ]
( Indulge an old priest. )
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It helped some of us get through the day. I had faith in tomorrow more than in the gods, sometimes. )
[Even if he did keep a statue of Bahamut, even if he did have Bahamut with fifteen sword emblazoned on a badge over his heart, he kept more to worshipping in private than in huge, overt affairs. What he could do was more tangible than what he could ask of the gods. He really only asked of Bahamut to make sure to protect himself and his friends.]
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[If only he were just about five minutes later from his own timeline, then Nyx could tell him all about how higher beings are really assholes.]