"Andrastianism has cults, too. There's one, or used to be one anyway, that celebrated Andraste becoming the wife of the Maker in a very literal way. Full on orgies and the like. Some take the messages in the Chant and...twist them in less fun ways."

He's pretty sure their prophet didn't want anything to do with torture and gutting. He's pretty sure most religions aren't based on gleeful hanging and slow, painful death. He's pretty sure these people lost their way. Is it hubris, then, that makes him think if only he could talk to them, he could get to the heart of the schism, reason with them?

Probably. Probably should've grabbed Strange and let him know about his hand so maybe Ellie could be doing something else and not listen to this nonsense. Mobius breathes out slow.

"Are they the reason Abby seems particularly disgruntled with the predominant religion back home?"

Ellie's never expressed any particular vehement disdain, not in the times he's brought up his faith. Abby wears her heart on her sleeve, and even though she catches herself, seems to internally chastise herself after she scoffs or scowls or rolls her eyes or looks like she's just smelled a startled skunk, she expresses herself immediately anyway. And maybe Ellie isn't the best person to ask, given the history, but he isn't looking to ask Abby about it point blank right now. Maybe when they're back. Out of this fungal hell.

Quieter, then: "I imagine it's hard to believe in a higher power when the world is like this."