There's balance in Wilhelm's cycle of destruction and atonement that feels familiar to Kyle, though he can't explain why.

"Turn back to what? They're outcasts now. They have to do this."

They have nowhere else to go. He touches Wilhelm's shoulder, inviting him to see how he sees: the doubts that plague these exiles, their non-belief in the gods as strong as any acolyte's faith, pushing them forward instead of weighing them down - giving them strength. Two of the woman pulse with a secondary light, a sense of actual faith in themselves. It adds a warm, glowing aura to their forms.

"Would you rather I make them believe in us again?"

He could. This is his gift.

But he won't.