#WIPSnips This one is SFW. It's tough when you've built your life around your religion and it isn't providing the answers or security you'd always believed it would. That's tough even for someone as faithful as Drohim.

“Seff.” His voice strained, and he took a deep, heaving breath. “Right now, I’m going to tell you one of the hardest things a man of faith can ever say.” It took him an extra few seconds before he forced the words out: “I don’t know.” I felt part of my world - or maybe part of his world, the part that mine was built on - crumble out from under me. He had admitted to uncertainty a few times in the past, but with full confidence that he would figure things out or that the Many would provide an answer. This time, though, his voice came out weak with pain and doubt, and bitterness crept over his face. I told myself that I was only looking away because one of us needed to keep watch, and Drohim sure as hell wasn’t just then. I just hoped he still knew where he was leading me, because - “… but that’s when it’s most important to keep faith. Do you understand, Seff?” Drohim took another deep breath and let it out slowly - not quite a sigh, but close. “I killed the assassin before he could accomplish his goal. Maybe that was by the Many’s protection, and served as the Many’s justice.” He still wasn’t looking at me. I didn’t say a word as we walked through the streets, and I definitely didn’t point out that it might have had nothing to do with the Many at all - just like when we escaped from the constabulary in Nysarra. Another glance at Drohim’s face told me everything: he was thinking it, too, no matter how hard he tried not to.