Francis shrugged helplessly. "I'm not the person who decides what form the birthrights take, or who gets which birthrights. Above my pay-grade. Listen, I know it probably doesn't make you feel any better, but those weren't the shapes I'd have chosen for your birthrights, myself.<br/><br/>"It'd be easier if there was. But the thing is, before the big jailbreak from Tartarus, the gods had withdrawn from the World. They didn't need a way to reach mortals. If they really did, they had messengers to send. And now that there's the war effort... we just don't have the resources to build that kind of communication network. Believe me, I know, it sucks, but for right now, there isn't anything that can be done about it. Gods might send messengers to you... but that's for when they want or need something from you. Still... if you need me to pass anything back to our side, I can and will. For now, though, the best you've got is... Rory. Bit of a gamble, that."