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"Your first goddess?" Lucas echoed, the curiosity evident in his tone. "Is the Voice not the first deity you've met here, then?" he asked, before remembering himself and shaking his head. "Ah, of course. The Church of Safrin - how silly of me to forget." Smiling faintly, the Ascended gazed out upon the world blanketed in night, humming in agreement and nodding. "How blasphemous of you," he remarked jovially, knowing Bastien would likely find such a concept amusing at best. "I don't see why not. Any man can be a god, if they want it hard enough. I don't see why you couldn't ascend in truth. Let me know if you ever reach those lofty heights, won't you?" LUCAS making work for idle hands