[ She's so calm. Someone - two someones - are missing, and she's just standing there speaking so serenely of forces beyond their reckoning. They've known each other for a long time (he had seen her, he realizes, in one of those strange visions), but if it had happened to him, then what? Would she walk around his home with the same sense of distant peace, smiling gently at any passer-bys, and tell them that provided he repents for his wicked ways, he will be safely restored to Their arms? ]

If it doesn't matter how devout you are in life, then why even bother being good in the first place? [ He can't help himself. He reaches out, grips her by the shoulders. ] Marianne, stop being an-- an extension of that religion of yours for a second, and be a person for once! We can't just go on pushing responsibility out of our hands because it's convenient! If we all said that the gods would take care of things, nothing would get done. Imagine this happened to someone you cared about. You wouldn't even try to find them? You wouldn't try to fix it?