[ Caroline gives a languid nod, sighing. Picks up a fork, too, mirroring that bite, hers slow. ] Yeah. Exactly. Or, even if there's intent, they're a...force, a cloud, that's surviving. I mean. Sentient. It doesn't mean I like them, but it makes sense that they'd obtain what they need. Nothing that's alive wants to die.

And maybe we can ask one of them directly. If they mean to take what they do. Some of the people here seem like they have actual...relationships, with the gods. [ Her nose wrinkles a little for a moment. ] Have you noticed that?