Claude & Ignatz C / houses.fedatamine.com

Ignatz enters the scene

Claude enters the scene

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Gah! Claude! Why didn't you say anything?

You were praying so fervently, I didn't want to interrupt.

I appreciate the sentiment, but I wasn't praying.

No? What then?

I was just thinking about the goddess.

Were you now? Fascinating! Please, go on.

Not here. Let's go somewhere else.

Ignatz, Claude enter the scene

So, you were pondering the existence of the goddess, then?

Yes. All right, consider this. The archives here have all kinds of texts about the goddess, right?

But when people tell stories of the goddess, it's only myths and legends that glorify her.

They probably hope to rake in more followers by glorifying the goddess as much as possible.

That would be why the church tends to quietly shove all of their more questionable records under some secret rug somewhere.

C-Claude, don't put words in my mouth! That's not what I said!

I was just wondering what the goddess looks like.

That's the kind of thing I like to think about.

What the goddess...looks like? Well, I suppose if she really exists, she probably looks a lot like us.

In fact, she probably wouldn't be so different from that old woman working here in the dining hall.

What?! Claude, please stop! The goddess I imagine is absolutely beautiful!

How rude of you, Ignatz! I'm sure that old woman was lovely back in her day.