Firefly Ravine The Hypostasis of the Archons

The boy's response is upturned in question.

He pondered this tone, and pressed onwards.

I'm Abraham, a traveling priest.

His eyes shone with quiet mirth; his posture was slack, and welcoming, even as his feet grew cold in the water of the river, he did not dare remove himself from it, the conduit to the world's sole truth.

If I may ask you—what do you know of God?