It's messy, the relationship between a shinki and god. I think for all the talk there is about working things out and communicating... it's harder than it is.

[Ginia leans up against the tree and looks at the garden as she considers the gods she's served. Save for Nona, they were all of her choosing and all picked for different reasons. Pragmatic reasons in a lot of ways, but also driven by misplaced wants too.

She pushes off the tree and adjusts her angle to sign.]

It's one of the biggest problems of our generation. We don't have the time to learn and figure things out. An old shinki or god could die suddenly from an accident, but that's different than a new shinki or god disappearing out of the blue. Time is our enemy. Ironic, that.