Swamped

"I... I'm not sure what you mean," you say. "Are you asking about my religion?"

"No, or rather, not in the usual sense of the word." He seems lost in thought. "Before I came here, I joined a number of different churches. I was looking for answers, thought that if I followed the right creed, the gods would smile upon me."

Now you really feel lost. But he continues.

"For far too long, I thought my problem was that I was going to the wrong church. But as I moved from one to another, I realized the deeper truth: I was bringing the wrong self to the church. I believed only in me, and so, whatever names I might have called the gods, I was not truly asking for them."

He smiles. You think. It's only a slight change in expression, so it's hard to tell.

"Now I believe in something more than myself, and my worship is no longer hollow. I still ask the gods for guidance, but now I know what I wish to be guided towards."

Well. You think that clarified the question a bit, but you still find Mantis confusing on the whole.

He doesn't say anything else. You have no idea if he still wants you to answer the question or not. You just don't know what to make of him.