"Well, there are people of many different religions here." He thought for a moment, still holding Ilya's hand, their fingers still interlaced. "I think everyone here is tolerant of everyone else. So you have nothing to fear. No one will judge you for your beliefs or what Gods you worship. I know I certainly would not."

Dolemeck heard the ding of the stove, and without letting go of Ilya's hand, took the cake out of the oven, and quickly flipped it over on a dish in front of himself. He then placed the empty pan back in the sink, closed up the stove, and brought the icing over to himself. He was starting to get a slight headache from using his powers so much, but refused to show it. Instead, he used his free hand to take a knife by his side, and start spreading the chocolate icing on the cake.

"As for myself. Well... I grew up mostly Catholic. But I just... I did not agree with some aspects of what I was being taught. I believe there is a God of some sort, but I cannot believe he would hate anyone or be cruel enough to punish people out of spite or vengeance."