[When Zekarion hums his agreement over his folded hands, there's a softer sense in his eyes—he actually means it, at least in a significant way. Sure, he thinks the lad needs to take care of himself, but if there were more people so willing to be generous and kind to strangers in the world...

Hm, always with the what ifs. And frankly, it's a stretch to say Charles is even still in his own world. He turns his attention to the topic at hand.

Somehow he's gotten something marginally less serious out of this man? Incredible. So religion was the key, was it?]

An eternal punishment after a harsh life. Interesting. [That's the most positive thing he's going to grace that garbage with, but he's not denouncing it outright. Yet.] I can see your faith is strong. Have you found any like-minded sorts among the Chosen?