"N-no! Stop saying that, please!" Barbara sounds rather worried than angry, her eyes wide and almost scared.

How could anyone, especially you, question people's trust and admiration towards the Gods? It's not like anyone had any doubts about their existence. They grant visions, heal the ones in need, and do many other glorious things. Some of them prefer to stay back more than others, but their importance remains unchanging.

And then there is you. You look like you'd prefer to eat a slime alive than to be here in the place of worship. At first, Barbara obliviously assumed something bad had happened from the outside. But no, turns out the source of the problem was the church itself.

She isn't sure what brought you here; you gave a vague answer before your conversation somehow turned into...this. The bantering about religion. The poor girl wasn't even ready that someone would ever be against Gods, and not just one.

"It can't be like that." Barbara insists, trying to convince both of you. "There must be something to change your mind. Perhaps if we pray together, you'll understand the joy of reaching out to the Archons. Repeat after me, oh, great Barbatos-"