{ louis isn't sure what he believes in anymore. it has all become faded over time, but his roots are still part of him. there's a vein of it that will always be connected through the layers he wishes to shed some days. it might be silly, but he considers it, and as he glimpses at the boy that approached, and he's reminded of claudia. it's his youth.

he sees the neglect upon the shrine, matted flowers trying to rise above the grass. }

Am I able to build my own?

{ a beat, simply to allow his thoughts to catch up as he turns to the boy who is out in about at a late hour. his voice is light and aged in acceptance. }

My god condemned me and made me a monster. I thought it was due penance for some time, but I realize now it is just bullshit. I still keep coming back to it. Are you also what they consider a "Summoned"? You seem knowledgeable about this place.