[ Sebastian breathes out a little laugh of amusement, and though it’s timed for the first, it might as well be everything. How delightfully nostalgic. He would probably indulge with a little bit of a story if he thought she would understand it… But he imagined there was little chance she would know the tales of Crusaders or Inquisitors. Briefly, he wonders if she would enjoy or hate being compared to such people. ]

You at least have a natural flair for the dramatic. I must give you that.

[ She’s all tension and ready to fire off an arrow the moment she gets a chance, but he’s still relaxed. He gives a little smile to a passerby that’s nervously looking between them as if to assure them that it’s all fine, but he shrugs as he looks back her way. ]

I imagine the question is rhetorical, but the answer is “nothing”, of course. We do not need God. Or gods, I suppose it would be… Our existence is not so pitiful as to need them.