Erin...eats. An excuse for time to think, and certainly the expression on her face says the wheels are turning. Cassandra had questioned her methods, yes, but this is the first time someone actually questioned the plan in the first place.

There's some holes in it.

"Requires might be a strong word," Erin admits at last, after devastating her shrimp (the horseradish sauce was a bad idea too). "But...insofar as this place has a god, it's him. The gods where I'm from are. Bad. Pillagers from beyond the world who torment the forgotten, the lonely, the beat-down and kicked around. I look at my new community and I see a lot of people carrying a heavy weight. Even Miss Fio seemed like she's trying very hard not to think about something awful that never should have happened. The Captain collects us and puts us here and I have some concerns about that. It feels. Painfully familiar. The Black Binder claims he wants divinity. I want to know what kind of god he's looking to be about that. Especially if I want to live here."

"...But I'm not sure, really, what a better god should even be like. I've never met one."