[The gods of Noctis' world are not exactly superheroes, but gods proper. Or whatever could pass as a "proper" sort of god, he supposes. Beings with form, of immense power, the sort meant to watch over the world and dictate destiny; the ones that made a mistake thousands of years ago, one that Noctis had to shoulder, had to correct. The very reason for his birth.
His feelings on his gods, as helpful as they had been to him in the end, were still rather mixed notions.
But she's not asking about the gods, she's asking about the other hosts. And so, his own brow furrows together, as if trying to figure out what answer she's expecting.]
Maybe a little bit. But they know more about what's going on than we do, so we have no choice but to work with them for now.
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His feelings on his gods, as helpful as they had been to him in the end, were still rather mixed notions.
But she's not asking about the gods, she's asking about the other hosts. And so, his own brow furrows together, as if trying to figure out what answer she's expecting.]
Maybe a little bit. But they know more about what's going on than we do, so we have no choice but to work with them for now.