You were always quiet when it came to Misty's spirituality or Jackie's Christianity. It was awkward how often you had to dodge talking about your own faith, or lack there of. See, you'd grown up with a particular disdain towards religion. You could recall nights where you prayed to the Gods for things to get better while you were being mistreated your entire childhood. But nothing ever came, just pointless signs that inevitably only made you feel worse while your Priest force fed you the idea that it was all "God's plan".

"Hey, ese. You alright?" Jackie's voice snaps you back into reality. You're at dinner, Mama Welles and Misty stare at you silently. "You don't gotta do the prayer if you don't wanna. Was just a suggestion."