Avelo had naught the time to spend with Serra, so he settled for a sweet kiss and holding her close. this entire time he'd been organizing his retinue, priests, templar, a few techs and scribes. More importantly he brought his Confessor along, it was the stern grey bearded Confessor that carried the large locked and ornate, box.<br/>Avelo simply too this moment to make himself at home, sitting on the west obversation deck folding his legs and looking out into space contemplating. He moved to this position without a word.<br/>"Confessor...." he looked to the wisened man at his side "what do you think of us?" "excuse me m'lord what do you mean." a confessor was one who a divine could open up to, the one time Avelo was at ease and not wearing his divine persona. The Confessor was the only one to see the flawed, mortal side, of a demi-god.<br/><br/>"we divine... I know you worship us, as is proper, but what must you think of us as living beings." "is this because of the incident?" "yes Magnus I feel vunrible... it is uncomfortable." it was rare for him to use a follower's name directly Confessor Magnus was closer to a kind uncle, or a father figure than his actual divine father, though Avelo would not have ever been aware of such.<br/><br/>He looked out into space eyes wandering among the stars "I retain my abilities, but what I've seen and heard here. They are not divine, yet some even sound superior and demonstrate divine powers." Confessor Magnus patted Avelo on the head as he had when he was just a child. "Avelo... I've seen the transcripts, and the soloution is simple, their objects of worship are not their gods at least not as much as they could be, but often are abstract things like ideals, their nations, or even themselves." Magnus spoke in and even and reassuring tone. "Look at their obsessions, their desire of materal things, is that not near worship. would that not give those close to those ideals a power all their own. Take your imperal friend, a beautiful woman to be sure, but though her entire people worship many gods, they have only one nation, one empire, one ruler, with the council as her high priests."<br/>"hmmm... you might be right, maybe faith does more than sustain and empower my father, it might drive our people forward. maybe we can harness that when we get home." "as you see fit Avelo" Magnus bowed and remained silent as they watched the stars, so many worlds, so many diffrent things.