The mention of gods gets a little snort, but he makes no comment about anyone else's religion. As an assassin, he knows that gods aren't real, but a method of controlling humans used by the First Civilisation. But it's not his place to tell anyone that- the fact is humans are better off not knowing, for the most part.
Likewise, when doesn't answer Reynir's question immediately it's not because he's trying to avoid it. The truth is that they've come to a part where the metal tunnel splits- left and right. He's trying to feel where, if anywhere, a breeze comes from. But there is none, so all he can do is take a breath, let his vision fade to white, grey and black, and try and work out what why they should head. The boy behind him is a bright, friendly green, the two paths before them grey.
Then his view pulls back, as if the gaze is that of a bird, somehow seeing through the layers of the city and it's many tunnels and passageways, it's conduits and drains.
The right passage leads, a little further on, to a slope that goes down to the next level of the city. The left twists and turns, but he can't see exactly where it goes. So he follows that path, as that's more likely to lead them to something worthwhile.
"Where I come from, there's people playing with things they don't understand. Something beyond humans, things that weren't meant for us, dangerous and powerful things. They know it's dangerous, but they want to understand everything so intently they don't care about consequences. At some point, it's going to go tits up."
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Likewise, when doesn't answer Reynir's question immediately it's not because he's trying to avoid it. The truth is that they've come to a part where the metal tunnel splits- left and right. He's trying to feel where, if anywhere, a breeze comes from. But there is none, so all he can do is take a breath, let his vision fade to white, grey and black, and try and work out what why they should head. The boy behind him is a bright, friendly green, the two paths before them grey.
Then his view pulls back, as if the gaze is that of a bird, somehow seeing through the layers of the city and it's many tunnels and passageways, it's conduits and drains.
The right passage leads, a little further on, to a slope that goes down to the next level of the city. The left twists and turns, but he can't see exactly where it goes. So he follows that path, as that's more likely to lead them to something worthwhile.
"Where I come from, there's people playing with things they don't understand. Something beyond humans, things that weren't meant for us, dangerous and powerful things. They know it's dangerous, but they want to understand everything so intently they don't care about consequences. At some point, it's going to go tits up."