Savage liked to think he spoke clearly and directly. He didn't have his brother's conniving manipulative nature, which lead to him being silent much of the time in such conversations. He was a far more direct entity, as he had been raised to be.

"You are more righteous than anyone else who has spoken to me," he said simply, holding his broken hand lighting to his chest. He began to relax, aware that they would have to get moving again once the water receded more. "What you say and these religious facets seem like something other cultures could make work. The way you talk about them makes it seem like you are taken with them."