"Hnh," he says. "Have to wonder what context that'd be." He scratches the back of his neck and tosses the tablet back to the side. When he first picked it up, he thought it looked fragile. Over time it has proven otherwise. He's happy enough with that aspect of it. One less thing to worry about.

He gives a soft snort, not quite a laugh. "Nah. Used to get dragged to church. It didn't stick none. If there is a God, and I an't sayin' there ain't, he don't worry about us pissants."

And if there's a Hell, well, he's probably going there. It's not something he's willing to spend too much thought on. Life is tough enough without looking to some foggy beyond. "Why you ask? You think all 'a this has somethin' to do with the man upstairs?"