"I hate to admit it when I don't have an answer," he began, "But I guess I don't have an answer."

He really did hate that.

"The gods of this world seem to function differently than the gods I'm familiar with. Their jurisdictions, powers, interaction with the world. Even their expectations, judging from that temple." He ran his fingers through his hair. An annoyed expression crossed his features and for a moment, he looked more like a put-out schoolboy than a deity.

"I don't know if they created this world or just took over or what they need us for."