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Dante was not at all put off by her question. He loved to have discussions about such things as long as both sides respected the views of the other. She did not seem the type to scorn his views, though he had been wrong before.

"I do. I hail from a land that pays it's respects to Jupiter, king of the gods, and his family. Though I have forsaken much about my homeland, I hold true to those beliefs." It is no fault of the gods that my father's ancestors so twisted their intentions, he added silently. "They are flawed gods, unlike many others I have heard of, but it is this that makes me believe all the more." What perfect deity could exist when such pain and suffering took hold? Besides that, he wondered how some could even hope to measure up in such a god's eyes. Or how such a perfect deity could begin to care about the flawed creatures that walked the earth.

"Do you pray to gods then? Or do they have another purpose?" He asked, not wanting to push but into the conversation now.