Silvertip Mountain the halo was a smoke ring

Perhaps it was a good thing that Lecter had passed on some of his knowledge after all. It was rather interesting that Jinx herself also participated, but made sense just as well. He found the more he learned about the creatures that inhabited the mountain, the more he began to have a sense of home there. Something to talk about certainly helped. His curiosity of their religion was not dampered by the talk of subsets and layers; in fact it aided his assumption that religion itself had at least some concrete consistency to it. But he didn't dwell on it long, feeling the appraisal of Lecter's eyes trailing the first sound of inquiry.

Thoughtfully, he hesitated for a moment. What did he believe, anyway? “To be honest, I haven't given it much thought. I suppose there are supernatural things in the world, but…” and he trailed again. “But I guess I might believe most in the things that are natural. In the life around us. Not really sure that qualifies, but I don't outrule things just because they're different. How can we know, or not know, if we don't believe in something?” For a moment, he felt very much like the child he had left behind in Sedona, the one who found himself in front of his mother asking about the intricacies of the world. The endless questions of why and why not?