[How sad, to have no faith in any god at all, to believe that there's no one watching who might take it upon themselves to smile upon you. To barely know the name of your people's own god, and to have no trust in the gods of those whom you must live among. Liem can imagine how hopeless and bitter he might have become if he'd lived his entire life that way—just from the taste of hopelessness he'd been given over the past few months, alone in this strange and dying world.
If he had no patron whose memory to honour, he doubts he would find the drive to take a single step in this place.]
And what about you? What do you believe in?
[He doesn't say who. If the Great God of the Mountain is the patron of free jinba, and the humans' gods care only for their own, then there might be no god she feels she can pray to. But everyone needs something to believe in, even if it's something as simple as loving a certain person or place. There must be something like that for her.]
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If he had no patron whose memory to honour, he doubts he would find the drive to take a single step in this place.]
And what about you? What do you believe in?
[He doesn't say who. If the Great God of the Mountain is the patron of free jinba, and the humans' gods care only for their own, then there might be no god she feels she can pray to. But everyone needs something to believe in, even if it's something as simple as loving a certain person or place. There must be something like that for her.]