Yael listened with wide eyes, shedding her shyness for fascination. Hearing about a whole new religion was a rare opportunity, and she'd never heard of one like it. Even the Qun had some kind of god, didn't it?
"But who do you pray to if not the Maker?" she asked, all wide-eyed, innocent curiosity.
"We don't...really pray to anyone in particular, I suppose." Corvo replied after a few moments of thought. Who would hear them, after all, besides the Outsider? "We're encouraged to put our faith in the Abbey itself, and the High Overseer. That's the closest we have, I guess." Maybe this hadn't been the best topic to pick. After all, while Corvo had never had ill will towards the Abbey before, he was ten kinds of a heretic, in their eyes.
"I..." Yael had trouble comprehending that. No Maker? No Andraste? No one to pray to? Perhaps this High Overseer was supposed to be a kind of god-king. Yael had heard of such things, in the distant past.
"Then who created the world?" she asked. Surely the Abbey couldn't be said to have done that.
He hesitates before answering--it's odd, to have to explain these things. Children were taught it, of course, but certainly not by Corvo, and the Abbey was not nearly as much of a presence in Serkonos as it is in Dunwall. "The Abbey says that the world emerged from the Void--it's like your Fade, very close to it. And the Void seeks to reclaim it. Chaos and immoral actions supposedly speed the process up, so living a moral, righteous life is supposed to...slow it down." He's pretty sure that's the long and short of it, though he's sure somewhere in the distance, Overseers are feeling the sudden urge to smack his knuckles with a ruler.
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"But who do you pray to if not the Maker?" she asked, all wide-eyed, innocent curiosity.
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"Then who created the world?" she asked. Surely the Abbey couldn't be said to have done that.
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