Prompt: I saw you praying in the Chantry
"I saw you praying in the Chantry," she mentions, smiling as he approaches. "That was a bit of a surprise. I'm sure I've heard you talking with Sebastian about the Maker, and being...less than enthused."
He shrugs. "I haven't had many opportunities for prayer in my life. But I've taken them when they've presented themselves, sometimes."
"Why?"
"To see what would happen, if anything. If I'd get an answer."
"And did anyone answer?"
The responses flicker through his mind: No, he never answered, because he doesn't exist, and if he does exist he doesn't care. No, but a quiet space where I was unlikely to be hunted or pestered was sufficient. No, and everything is confusing and uncertain, and I don't know how to cope with uncertainty because my whole life was ordered when I was a slave, and I never realized freedom would involve so much emptiness. No, and no matter where I look for direction, the only direction I know is you. No, the Maker never did anything for me.
But you did.
"Yes."