[ Sylvain rubs a hand over his face, because he's pretty sure he really wants to make a bigger deal about this, but he lets it go for now. Sort of. ] Look, if he needs someone to stay discreet about it, I can offer my services? I may not be the best healer but I could probably handle something like that. Let him know, next time you talk to him?

[ He watches poor Khurshid's struggles and is tempted to toss him another bite of bacon, but he has a feeling Hilda would do a lot worse than boop his nose. So he eats it himself instead, listening as they debate the complicated tangle that is their lack of knowledge when it comes to how this place is connected to their own differing times. ]

I think the turning into gods is more a neutral thing, honestly - the good or bad comes with what we do with it, right? [ Although he's not sure they'll agree with him. They'd both had a far more complicated experience than he had with all those centuries of godhood. ] Although it would be really nice if the other so-called gods in this place actually had some answers for us. Or maybe the Singularity started to feel chatty with us, since we're supposed to be so "special" here. I feel like, no matter how long we've been here, we're still no closer to understanding the how and why of it.