Something about the way that she said that made him smile, a lopsided expression. Maybe he could understand, at least a little. Hadn't he been prepared to die for Celestial Being, even if he had never planned to do it purposefully. Perhaps... perhaps dying willingly for a reason was better than dying aimlessly for none, or through neglect. "Good choice," he said, and there was a glint of gold in his eyes, a sharp twist to his lips that hadn't always been there. Maybe Allelujah had been terrible at valuing himself, but Hallelujah had always made him survive.

"A god?" he asked curiously. "Literally?" Or the way that they had been at first? Powerful beyond the measure of earth's technology.