Q. Sitting in church. I'd like to see how X reacts to human religious practices. Could be any of the Six. Or all of them.
'It is ever curious whether their thoughts, their words, whims, wishes, and wills will reach these beings, their gods. Sit here, sit still, sit seemingly unseen and silent, not on the floor. Only the observant will know. Not on that statue, though it seems a perfectly grand place to sit. Would they be offended if one of them climbed up such a statue, and sat themselves nicely in their god's hands? Why else would they be placed in such a way, if not to hold something, or someone, and why not one who wishes to be held?'
-undistinguishable ‘whispers’ and sounds rush in to cloud X’s thoughts momentarily; they seem excited-
'No, no, as tempting as it is, there will be no climbing the statue.. yet. Not yet. Maybe later, when none can see. I wonder if the gods would take offense. Many say they watch, many say they listen, many say they've left, and are gone. And yet, they are still connected. Where- She's kneeling. I've seen this before, is that part of the ritual? Must one place themselves a certain way for their words to carry through the realms? How interesting, perhaps that is why they say not to sit on the floor; that being so close to the ground for them is a way to speak to the gods; perhaps it is not without what will may be grand of purpose, that they curl themselves close to the earth. Such intricacies, such detail in purpose and practice. It makes sense, as they place themselves into the earth upon Ending, it is a place for the gods to take them through, a solid sheath through which to speak beyond themselves. Speaking into infinity is no simple matter, for done well may bring what you seek, and done athwart ails all who seek anything from it.'
-the whispers and sounds swirl through X’s mind again, like a young child pulling at someone’s arm to play-
'You know I'm going nowhere~ And I know you're going nowhere so long as I Am. I wonder if you've seen the gods, if they passed through the realm that Isn't to find the realm that Is for them. I wonder if they hear you the same, if you carry the messages of the humans, or if the humans must find a way to carry their messages themselves. How strange it must be to be human; how strange it must be to speak and never know if they are heard, even for Choice of construing thought to be made. Stop coiling around that arm, you can't take it with you. … no, I won't take the arm to be held, that isn't yours- Oh, it seems the ritual is finished. That wasn't long.'