[Jack's quiet for a moment, his expression betraying nothing. Gods are supposed to listen, isn't that what prayer is for? But he can't recall the last time one of his was answered. So yes, maybe Ushahin had found a special one.]

And it may be that one never does again. [He says it quietly.] For any of us. [He sighs and offers him a bitter smile.] Oh well. At least we have each other. Who needs gods when we have our fellow man.