I don't get it. The gods. They're so great, but all they seem to inspire is fear and doubt. Good thing they don't talk to me, I'd tell them to fuck off with that bullshit straight away.

[ He has some more choice words, but he knows this isn't a topic he should take lightly. Not with her. ]

They're powerful, aren't they? They'll be fine without you holding their hand for a moment.

[ Hypothetically?

Just what is she implying? John feels they're skirting around this topic. It puts him on edge. He has few precious things. Ruining one wouldnt do him any good.]

You'd still annoy me to no end, that's for sure.

And... I'd probably want to? Hypothetically. But I'm too much of a coward.