Little kids believe pretty much anything they're told. It was just part of life, for me. I was either in the children's home with nuns or with families attached to the church. And honestly at this point, it's not even about belief or faith.

[Nadine has seen the evidence of both God and the Other. She wraps her coat a little more snugly around her, looking downwards. 'Did he ever speak to you, your God? What a loaded question.]

God did talk to me, once. Sort of. Not when I was a kid, though. It was after the end of the world, there was...I don't even know what to call her. A prophet, a holy messenger, God's avatar amongst humanity, I don't know. But God worked through her. I, uh, I had already strayed from the faith, though. I don't...it's complicated. But God and I aren't on speaking terms anymore, really.

[It occurs to her now that she's probably already let the cat out of the bag, so to speak. Jaskier knows enough to start putting pieces together.]

And I just had a lousy childhood. Didn't you want to talk to me about something?

[How had they ended up talking about her like this?]