[There's a lingering silence as he considers all of it, his fingers shifting back into position in a more absent-minded fashion than before. It's a little hard to be optimistic about these things when you're dead, but no point in being completely pessimistic about it, especially when he won't have much of a say on who his god is.]
Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that. [He begins to draw a line with his fingers again, going back to mimicking what he's seen before.] I'll pray to the gods that mine is half as decent as you.
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Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that. [He begins to draw a line with his fingers again, going back to mimicking what he's seen before.] I'll pray to the gods that mine is half as decent as you.
[He'll see how much good that'll do him.]