It can be hard to fathom, but for the incredibly devoted the gods are the very center of their lives. Anything less would be unthinkable.

[Also Elliot your dad... Please, Olaf, sir.

Though Persephone is speaking based on her own experiences of such faith, forced as it was, and the still eternal siren call that Arcadia has for her kind. It's not very pleasant to remember, so she sighs after a moment as she casts her eye towards their surroundings.]

I just hope that there are some who still managed to escape, despite this.