Duskfire Glacier jimmy, you should switch it up

as much as she didn't want to admit it, lousine understood.

her mien remained thoughtful while she listened to him, and she did listen, soaking up every word and sitting with every sentence even after it had been said. she was silent for a long time. 

my clan went to war, when i was a child, she finally spoke, averting her gaze to the ice sheet floor. we were raided by a clan of... puritans, i suppose would be the word. they thought we were evil. my mother and i were spared. not a lot of other women could say the same.

but i didn't start questioning my faith until i got a little older.

they had, at one point, been the same in that regard. there had been countless nights where her gods had seemingly turned their cheek to her, left her alone and aimless. she had even stopped believing.

it was Them who had pulled her back in, chosen her to continue to worship.

her gaze was sullen, even a tad glassy. what i'm trying to say is that i get it, in a way. and... i'm sorry. i think you deserve to hear that from somebody, faust.