The question mulled through Juliette’s mind for several moments. For the first time that day, she seemed almost uncomfortable as she shifted within her seat. Her expression was one hard to read in that moment, a foreign stoicism that seemed unnatural on her otherwise cheerful visage.
“I. . . Believe myself to be more spiritual than religious, and more logical than both. It is rather hard for me to believe forces such as the Light are little more than branches of magic that feed off of the will of a person rather than the person’s intellect. After all, how else can one explain the way the Light responds to Scarlets, Blood Knights, and then to paladins and priests of the Silver Hand or of the Cathedral other than, well, it is no more a magical tool to be used. A very important one, no doubt! I would never downplay the amount of discipline one must go through when answering the call, but. . . Too many times I have seen those who wear the tabards of the Light spitting on Tenants that brought it to being. The religion itself is far too hypocritical. Respect, but only those that you deem WORTHY of respect. Be compassionate, but only to those that agree with us in every way. Have tenacity, unless there is TOO much asked of you.” A brief and rather sad smile crossed over her lips, “Yes, I know all about the Light’s teachings. And I try to live them out in my life, genuinely, for they provide wisdom. I cannot doubt that. But I would rather not affiliate on a deep level with those who preach hypocrisy. I fear my rather loud mouth would stir up troubles and put a target on my back.”
Juliette paused for a moment before clearing her throat, “Rambling yet again. I apologize. The subject is just a little personal for me. I would consider myself nonreligious. It’s just. . . Not for me. Not right now.”