"Like is a strong word when you're being smothered, grabbed and prayed to daily. They would believe anything I said. I even tried to tell them I was a fraud once and they took it to mean that our very existence is a fraudulent thing we must absolve ourselves of or something other esoteric bullshit."

He sighs and takes a drag from his cigarette, not seeming to mind that the ashes fall to the carpet. "See, you end the world the world sometimes and I see dead people. Occasionally I take a little trip to heaven or hell, they look the same really, and yet here we are. We're a lovely pair." He sighs, glancing up at her again.

"You can't exactly control what you don't know exists, you know. Though it's an admirable effort, really."