*Haha, please ignore my badly google translated latin. Apologies to anyone who actually knows latin! Also shout-out to Gnosism, what Xenosaga is heavily based on. I have loved studying and researching all the lore behind the Xenosaga universe. There is no end of things to discover~!
"Oh, so you actually do know something of our religious beliefs." Margulis looked up from some religious documents he was reading. "And here I thought all of you Federation dogs were all heathens."
"Not all of us…I think somewhere to half the population within the Federation still follows the Christian Faith in some form." Chaos said as he sat in the chair across the table in their sleeping quarters. "Though, I'm sure most don't quite follow under Ormus' beliefs these days."
"I highly doubt they would, as your Federation is quite good with their propaganda against us." Margulis went back to scanning the documents. "What do you follow I wonder?"
"Hehe, well…perhaps you have heard of it." Chaos gave him a playful grin. Margulis immediately turned and frowned. Was chaos really questioning his religious knowledge?
"I think my beliefs most line up with Gnosistic beliefs, an old sect that started around 100 ADE. Though the old Judaic arcs are not to be dismissed as well."
"That is quite old. How would you even come across scripts from that day and age? At the very least, they would only be written in Aramaic, and possibly Latin if enough people took interest."
"Haha, well…I am versed in Aramaic and Latin, so that wasn't a problem." Chaos smiled. "I have spent a lot of time reading through the religious archives."
"Funny. Are you just good at languages, or you just boasting for knowing a few words?" Margulis sneered.
"Linguis loquar copiose. Si vos manseritis in sermone te malim esse volumus.(I can speak the languages fluently. If you wish we can continue in a language you'd prefer.)" chaos responded, smiling slightly. Margulis raised his eyebrows in surprise. He wasn't expecting that.
"Quam non habent, sed potius communi lingua. Nisi etiam de religione nostra lingua originali textu.(I don't have a preference, though common tongue would be preferable. Unless we're actually talking about a religious text in its original dialect.)" Margulis responded, it being a few years since he had to spoken Latin.
"That's fine then. English is one of the oldest languages anyways." Chaos smiled and looked over at the text Margulis was reading. "That wouldn't be one of the newer writings, would it? That doesn't look familiar."
"I guess if 200 years ago is old, then yes." Margulis said off-handedly. "How old are you, anyways? I assume you must be older than you look, if you were a Special Forces officer, and retired five years ago."
"Hehe well…" chaos laughed nervously, rubbing his neck again, "I'm definitely older than I look. I think when you find my records, you'll find I was in the Miltian regular army for 20 years, and then Special Forces for about 30 more."
"Then the answer is 'quite old'." Margulis was surprised by how old chaos was supposedly. By Margulis' calculation, he would have to be 75+ years old to have grown up and served that long. He had served in the military longer than he had been alive. "You certainly don't act your age."
"How so?" chaos tilted his head.
"Hmph!" Margulis thought that mannerism of rubbing his neck and the looks he gave him made him seem young, but not just that… "Perhaps it's because you don't give long lectures, drink constantly, and blubber about the old days."
Chaos smiled at the remarks. "No, I guess I don't…Most people become uncomfortable once they realize how old I am, so I tend not to mention it, is all." Chaos paused a moment, then leaned over to look at the text more. "What is a 'home-on banter'?"
"It's…" Margulis spent the next hour explaining about the current text he was reading. It was something he had picked up just to keep himself fresh on his religious teaching and upbringing. This particular book was written to express how one should raise a proper religious family, and how to go about certain teachings. Chaos seemed interested, and asked a lot of questions, mostly relating back to how their religion used to be over 500 years ago, before the Immigrant Fleet began militarizing.
'You know, this boy really has a head on his shoulder. Such a shame he works for the Federation." Margulis thought as they finished and headed to bed for the night.
