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Who: Celeste Blackwell and the fleet
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Can be found sulking around the SS Golden kitchen
When: Feb 6, evening

[The last time this girl appeared on the network, she was in quite a hot rage, so it might be odd to see her looking quiet and pensive now. Sad, despite a slight smile, to those who really look closely.]

I've been away for awhile - don't ask, I don't quite understand it myself - but apparently I've come back just in time for Valentine's Day to be around the corner. And normally I'd be the last person to bring up something like this, but...

[But what? She doesn't say, just asks her question.]

... have you ever been in love? What were they like? What really made you think "My god, this is the one" when there are so many other people out there who might've been just as good? And I mean, if you're in love right now and you still want to answer, it needn't be past tense. I suppose - I just don't quite understand this either, I never have, but that doesn't stop it from happening.

[She appears to be at a loss for a moment, before shaking her head and chuckling to herself.]

My mates would laugh themselves sick if they could hear me now.

[And that's all.]

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[ He smiles, bemused. ]

Not the demons you know of.

Well, that's a relief. [After how heavy this whole thing has been, she needs to joke a little, like letting off figurative pressure before she explodes.] Finding out that a mate of mine needed to eat human flesh to survive was an experience I really could've lived without. Different worlds mean different customs and all that, but I've had enough of those sorts of demons for awhile.

[It's funny 'cause that's the other half of Caleb's genetics, so he does too. But she's still coming to terms with that bit, whereas she can laugh it off with Petre.]

A self-appointed god. It's - hard to wrap your mind around.

[ Is it now? Ah, yes, people did tend to be derisive of Gods, didn't they? How odd. ]

I'm not interested in taking up my divine role in such a place, if that helps.

Oh, it's not bad. It's just - not the way 'round of things, where I come from. I only heard about gods who actually walked the earth in Eudio, other than learning about really ancient beliefs from my tutors. My mum's Catholic and my dad's Church of England, so - there's only one God for them, and you can't really challenge the position.

[Her brow furrows - she's always at a bit of a loss when talking about religion, because she paid it no mind at all for most of her life, but then she ends up in conversations with gods and things like this happen.]

I think I'd rather meet my gods face to face, really, if I were to have any. It'd be easier to follow someone I could have a proper chat with.

You would be in the minority there. Seeing a God would only confirm your beliefs, not justify them.

[ And Gods are notoriously cruel. Not deliberately so, but their understanding of emotions and actions are very different from people. Naha was a solid example of that. Leto was saturated by human behaviour and emotion and even then, he could get lost in it. ]

And really, it depends on the God.

[God, he's sharp as a tack, isn't he? She doesn't know whether or not that's meant as a rebuke, but she feels chastened regardless.]

Well. I never went in for religion anyway, what with the split right down the middle of the family - they had no idea what to do with my sister and I, so I just said I didn't want to go to either church.

[Only one in a long line of disappointments she'd deliver to them.]

Isn't that normal?

[ He can't recall many devout people hailing from that particular century on Earth. Or at least, he had never met any. Finally, he shrugs - a human gesture. ]

Faith is faith. Whether it is given to a higher calling or yourself, does it really matter?

I'm not really the right person to ask about what's normal.

[Every now and then, a humourous pot shot at herself falls flat. That's one of them.]

I like that attitude, though. Faith is faith. Not believing in anything at all gets very tiring - it takes a lot of energy to be bitter.

There is no normal. Only a perceived idea of normality that only exist in one's head.

[ And Leto cares so little for normal anyway. Even by anyone's standards, he'll never come close. ]

Too much, I find. Bitterness has a way of eroding away who you are.

[ Like his father. It was bitterness that sealed his fate. ]

Yes, you're right. On both counts. It's when everyone else around you agrees on that normal that you can feel rather out of place, but - that's why I actually enjoy these sorts of places, in their own way. People from so many wildly different universes that the idea of ascribing a "normal" to anything is laughable. It's... I suppose it's comforting.

[ His gaze softens a little. ]

I, too, often find it to be comforting. What I am stands out less in a multitude of individuality.

You did say you wouldn't put yourself among gods if you had the choice.

[It sounds rather like she's reminding him, which would be a silly thing given how recently he said it, but she's actually trying to figure him out. His answers are a bit oblique on the whole, which isn't helping how little she understands about gods and their realms in the first place.]

It must've been very important, whatever made you take that option, if you're the sort who'd rather not stand out.

[ He hums lightly. He rather not go into the details of his choice unless he has to. While he won't lie and never has, some things are not worth delving into. ]

Well, I am not a traditional God, certainly. I certainly ask for no worship at my altar.

[She honestly can't help her fierce curiosity about him, not even when his similarities to Caleb are really superficial at best - he's an incredible mystery regardless of that, and she's already prone to nosiness with people who have far less layers to be peeled away.

But she can usually feel when she's hit a topic on which no more will be said, and his reasons appear to be along those lines.]

No, you're not that. You could almost be any bloke, really, at least in a place like this. [Allowing for other universes and such, she means.] Far more intelligent and prone to deep thought than your average bloke, yes, but my first guess wouldn't have been God. It's probably best if I just think of you as Leto, isn't it, since you've said all that isn't relevant here.

[ His lips curve into a pleasant smile. It's not often he hears such sentiment. ]

Well, I am Leto. The godhood is simply an add-on of sorts, for me to carry with me.

Just Leto it is, then. I believe I can manage that - I've known all manner of people with those sorts of add-ons, and I was able to give them whatever level of importance the situation demanded.

Importance is subjective. If I wish to impress my importance, I think you would know.

[ There is a certain presence to him that is hard to ignore. ]

Oh! Well, I stand corrected - and perhaps warned? Although I'm not quite sure.

Perhaps it is important to be both.

Look, Leto, if I've offended you - it truly wasn't intentional. "Importance" was obviously the wrong word, but as you'd already used "relevance," it didn't seem such a stretch. I'll take it back straight away if I was wrong.

[ He laughs. ]

What do you think? Do you think I'm offended?

I can hardly tell. You were getting very intense for a moment there, so it was my first guess.

That, I'm afraid, is my natural disposition.

It is not. You can be perfectly pleasant at times. It's just harder to suss you out when you do get intense.

Were there so many times to guess from? Though there isn't much difference between pleasant and intense. They do tend to intermingle.

Or was I not intense earlier?

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