"Gods and shinki live in the Far Shore, byon," Ken says, radiating distrust. There's a curl of his lip that says, if he's not baring his teeth now, he's right on the verge of it. "I've never heard of any gods or shinki living on the Near Shore." This, admittedly, isn't proof of much; Ken's hardly the most broadly educated of heaven's shinki. Hell, he's not even close to the most broadly educated of Hakkai's shinki. But he's a dog, and he smells a rat. "You're lying to us, byon! If you were a god, you'd have a temple here like all the other gods do!"