( The hand at his spine flattens, presses firmer. )

Okay. Well, what's a god to a couple of guys like us, right? ( For the very first time he wishes he hadn't so forcibly ignored the things he could do. If he'd paid closer attention to it, if he'd not shut his own mind down so very quickly, maybe he could do something to help Wolfwood through the night. But all he has is gun.

Not that it isn't enough, it will have to be. ) You know I hate religion, Wolfwood, so really it's gonna have a hard time anyway. How about you tell me what you can hear, mm? Then we can corroborate.