[ Silco didn't bother explaining that it wasn't fear, but there were still some things about his own self-perception that continued even to existence as a shard bearer, or even his vampirism. When he forgot about them, yes, they did not exist, but when he is focused? He remembers how his lungs burn on each breath, and the way he feels they're still rotting to the core even today.

He doesn't voice it, and instead simply starts. ]

Right, right. Worship is not supposed to be simple, and all of that. Yes? That's how I have heard people say it, at least.

[ A crooked quirk of Silco's lips twitch into being, for just a moment. ] I've never been one for belief, but perhaps I hadn't found the right one.

[ With little complaint? For Silco, this is pretty damn good. ]