I'll make you a believer (ota~)

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Today, Iphigenia is sitting at a table in the Plaza, with a few books in front of her. They're mainly concerning religion and history, though there's one about a certain female poet from a little island called Lesbos that she's totally not hiding under another book about Eastern religions.

She's flipping through a book about pagan religions--something that's not so foreign to her culture, though she feels like these days, it feels foreign to her. Iphigenia hasn't practiced her faith in some time, and that's part of the reason why she's reading about it now.

"What," she begins to ask, looking up at no one in particular, "What are your beliefs? About the universe, I guess. Religious or otherwise."