Gods. Right. He couldn't imagine worshipping Mercy or Justice or Compassion... okay, maybe Compassion. Praying to her would possibly give hope, but the others? It's intriguing and he wants to ask a thousand questions, 999 of which are probably rude so he refrains.

"What's, which one has chosen you? Do they... I have no idea how to ask what I want to ask when I don't know what's culturally impolite to talk about."