The trees are still looking over them in a way that Gojyo isn't entirely comfortable with, but if he's going to maintain Votelli's trust then he's going to get comfortable with it. He takes a step back, and leans against the tree behind him, forcing himself to relax against the rough bark.

"Probably," he agrees. "They don't think about much, as far as I can tell, except wantin' to be good shinki. I think they'd say yes to any god who offered to name 'em."

There's an important conversation about shinki consent that should happen here, but it's not one Gojyo's equipped for. The best he can do is shrug.

"They don't get to have a choice about it, you know? Heaven broke 'em when they got made, and now they can't even say no."