A Talk About His God
"Will you believe the things I'm going to say?" I didn't hurry to tell him anything before understanding what was going on inside that dude's mind.
If not for his mask, I'd get a clue about his real intentions at least.
"I don't trust anyone but myself, you can take that for granted," he paused before adding in slight hesitation, "and that dude kept just sending me vague intel and threw me at dangerous situations more than what you think."
"So you already suspect him?" I asked, and he kept his lips tightly shut. "Fine! Here is what I know about you dude…"
As he already had his own suspicions about that god, it wasn't a loss to tell him what this bastard tried to do against me.
I didn't hide anything, told him even about what my god told me about his god. How his god played a role in the fall of the war shrine before, and how he was just a sick minded bastard who found pleasure in torturing his followers.