"Oh he's already talked about it, hasn't he? Of course." Istredd smiles though, that fondness still outrageously heavy on every word as he does. It is true though. He is justified. Apparently everyone in their world may have some version of God the ultimate bad father. He's already threatened the concept of God with bodily harm, which would be hilarious in reality, as he'd turn into dust.

"He usually does, but I'd rather hear it from you. He paraphrases too much." Such an understatement. "Thank you for sharing all of your notes, Natasha. It makes a big difference. I went into this uncertain if it would only be me talking in the end." And he was truly hoping not. Technically she didn't talk, she shared notes, but it is essentially the same thing.