[His brain screeches to a halt. He ... has no idea how to explain this. He's not even really religious. Or he wasn't. Most of what he believes now isn't his own thoughts but Jacob's rattling around in his brain. Pratt has been broken and rewired so many times that some of the connections aren't all there anymore.]
They're ... not really gods. Pretenders. Blasphemers.
[He looks a little lost, like he's expecting someone to helpfully supply him some talking points.]
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They're ... not really gods. Pretenders. Blasphemers.
[He looks a little lost, like he's expecting someone to helpfully supply him some talking points.]
Using us like livestock.