Duskfire Glacier jimmy, you should switch it up

faust hums, but it is a sound without commitment. without belief.
it wouldn't bother me.
but she is wrong. there had been no gods for him when he was left alone to the wild, no celestial hands guiding him when his siblings were taken one by one, swallowed by the world. the stars had only ever watched, cold and silent, never lifting a finger to save him.
he lets her speak, lets her fix her little shrine, lets her touch him without resistance. she is warm against him, soft where he is rough, bright where he is dim. he listens, but he does not believe.
you don't know that, he says, gruff, but not cruel. no gods ever had a hand in my fate.
he lets the words settle between them before he exhales, slow and heavy.
but if it matters to you, then put it in our den.