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While Lex had been inside the temple a few times, he’d never really taken the time to worship how he assumed most would. Instead, he talked to her. About his life before camp, about the few battles he’d seen. There wasn’t really anything he could think of as an offering to her. Flowers and Jewels seemed more like acts of bartering, seeking favour with a goddess who sought out justice and delivered punishment. Empty gestures.
Back to the central dais, staring up at her statue, he paid little attention to the comings and goings of others. Almost as if he was in a conversation, rather than rambling about his first case. New to the office, new to the role, new to everything. He could never be entirely sure he hadn’t made a complete tit of himself, but it was certainly interesting to learn from it.
It was only after he finished his story that he registered at least one person had been sticking around, gaze finally shifting from the statue of one of his mothers to instead glance toward Kian with a sheepish look.
“Sorry.” Apologizing was probably just in his nature at this point. “Never really figured out something physical to give ‘er. After this place nearly got broken, figure it was at least good to share some stories.”