Mordred shrugs. This, at least, is something he's been asked a lot his entire life. "Let them believe what they want. It's no different than someone telling me the Goddess-- doesn't exist and the Christian god is the only one." He hesitates for a moment before deciding to add to that thought. "I know both gods both exist, and that many others exist, too. I knew it even before I became an envoy. Which divine takes which action isn't-- always clear, and that's okay with them." Usually, but he won't digress. "So long as a god-- or spirit's followers don't lose faith, there's no reason to force a reconciliation of faiths. It rarely does anything but upset all involved."
His ability to relate to his people because of his newly acquired immortality is a much more difficult subject. The envoy worries the hem of his shirt between his fingers for a moment before he answers. "I did-- live among them at some point. I'm a reincarnation, though I don't have any of the man's memories." He frowns thoughtfully. "Souls of the dead go to where they're most needed in my faith, and I trust the Goddess to show me any-- memories or visions I need to do Her will." He has faith in Her. His whole life She's been kind and generous, if somewhat distant, and this deepening of their relationship seems a clear sign that She trusts him and his judgement, and together they'll do great things for the people of Earth. He truly believes that.
This is so much more information and complexity than Mordred was expecting. He listens closely, focusing more on what Aarne is offering than the mead in his hands. "You follow signs to know who has come to you?" That's kind of how it sounds? It's not entirely clear to him, though. "Maybe I'm misunderstanding, but it seems like the gods and spirits you speak of are part of you because of who you are, and because of that they-- will reach out to make their presence known."
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on 2021-05-04 09:38 pm (UTC)His ability to relate to his people because of his newly acquired immortality is a much more difficult subject. The envoy worries the hem of his shirt between his fingers for a moment before he answers. "I did-- live among them at some point. I'm a reincarnation, though I don't have any of the man's memories." He frowns thoughtfully. "Souls of the dead go to where they're most needed in my faith, and I trust the Goddess to show me any-- memories or visions I need to do Her will." He has faith in Her. His whole life She's been kind and generous, if somewhat distant, and this deepening of their relationship seems a clear sign that She trusts him and his judgement, and together they'll do great things for the people of Earth. He truly believes that.
This is so much more information and complexity than Mordred was expecting. He listens closely, focusing more on what Aarne is offering than the mead in his hands. "You follow signs to know who has come to you?" That's kind of how it sounds? It's not entirely clear to him, though. "Maybe I'm misunderstanding, but it seems like the gods and spirits you speak of are part of you because of who you are, and because of that they-- will reach out to make their presence known."