[That should be a relief. Somehow, it feels more...foreboding, like they're on the cusp of something they can never come back from.]

That's true, [his tone is thoughtful as he makes that quiet admission. And truly, there is something a little familiar in the idea; he's lived in Aldrip for most of his life, but somehow, it just feels...expected, going to different places like that. Like he should be used to it.

I am thou. His hand itches to-- to what? To call on something, to pull something into existence.]

Of the soul, maybe. [He says it with a confidence he can't source, like it only makes sense. But Claude makes an interesting point.] Maybe there's something to that. When you read about gods in myths and stories...maybe that's what they are in the first place. Aspects of humanity.

[It's a weird thought, but...it doesn't feel wrong, either. Not entirely. He huffs out a soft laugh.]

I certainly wasn't expecting them to appear in a playing card, though.