Clandestine are the halcyon days of youth

In a way, Kove was slightly relieved to hear that she, too, had left the religion she was born into behind. His reasoning for doing so seemed overly childish and rash when compared to her reasons. What type of cruelty and harshness came with the Roman gods and goddesses was something he wanted to ask of, to know what pushed her from them, but felt it not to be his place to do so. It was, most likely, a personal thing, and he wasn't quick to ask such questions upon a first meeting.

"You do not need to apologize, you have not offended me at all," he assured her. As he listened to her, of how her words sometimes held an emptiness to them, he stayed quiet. Even after she'd finished, his voice did not sound right away, for he was rolling her words over in his mind. "Perhaps," he said, some agreement in his tone. "I am sure you will find your religion within you, whether it is your current one or you choose to convert to Meldresi's. You'll find it, and no longer need to speak empty words to the skies."