( There's a prolonged silence here. Not because she doesn't know what she's doing, where she's going - she knows exactly what she's getting at, exactly where this distrust and need to blame the gods comes (came?) from, for her - but.

Well. It's a personal thing. And maybe it'd be easier, less painful to find a general way to word it.

But maybe that just wouldn't make sense. )

... I can only talk for meself. ( And her voice is slower, clearer than usual. More thoughtful. She wants to explain this right. )

But. The last time someone in power told me to just believe them, to not question 'em, and do as I were told, I ended up working for th' wrong people for years.

( Memories of talking to Hope about a moment of great hope in her life float to the surface, and it's somehow easier to keep going, knowing that's already happened. That there's already something personal lingering in the air between them, in the past, something tangentially related, even. )

Get dragged here and-

( She leans back and gestures to the air, despite the fact that she's not using video, catches herself a moment later. )

- you lot are in charge. Telling us to just believe you. You don't know everything, but just believe you anyway.

( Her voice lilts, drags out singsong sarcasm. Just trust us. But the next words come out softer, an admission more than anything else. )

You sounded like me old boss did. It was easier to blame you. Easy to believe you were just the same as her, you know?

( And then she clears her throat. )

That's just me. ( And Faith, sort of. But Faith... well, her name suits her for a reason. She's been more open to believing them since day one here. )

But I wouldn't be surprised if it were true for others, too.