[he knows that countenance. it's the look of someone with regrets that course through their veins, a feeling that Louis knows way, way too much for comfort. their lack in shared culture, however, is something that isn't congruent between the two of them. his world lacks shrines and the shrine maidens who take care of them. instead... they're left to pray for mistles that spring up from the ground to leave them blood beads to nourish themselves off of.

Louis doesn't know anything about gods, but he'd wager that if they were real, it would be someone like this who has their ear, and not someone like himself. he doesn't smile, or at least, not very often these days, but he tries to be reassuring nonetheless.]

I hope your prayers will reach them, then. I don't know how far they can travel, but it looks like you're giving it your all.

I'm afraid that where I come from, we don't have them. Or, if we did, maybe they've left us.

[wow, that's real impressive for a first impression, mr. nihilist.]

This shrine is dedicated to Death, or the concept of Death, right? Admittedly, it's a weird concept for me, and I'm not even sure what to do. But I'd like to make amends with it, if it were possible. I think I've cheated it too many times.