Duskfire Glacier jimmy, you should switch it up

lousine sighed deeply, her breath puffing out in front of her in a slow pooling of mist. have you considered whether or not they've tried, but haven't been able to reach you?

she paused, losing herself in thought. it was a typical dilemma, a common crisis question that lousine had asked herself a hundred times before. if the gods are all knowing and benevolent, why do bad things happen to good people?

we all choose what to believe and what not to. we all have free will, the light of golden hour cast lousine in a dim glow as she spoke. we choose to hurt each other the same way we choose what we think. the gods will only talk to you if you listen to them.

her smile faded, drifting into a crestfallen look that sat heavily upon her features. have you ever believed in a god, of any kind?