If Bert was mentally flailing, then Alessa was mentally bashing her head against the wall. "Probably because I always wanted to be just a normal girl." She scratched the back of her head while she thought of something, "Most people so far haven't treated it as a big deal,"
"And, it's not like he was a benevolent god. I'm sure that people had their reasons for worshiping him, but," she shuddered at the memories she had of those dreams. Her father surrounded by hundreds - thousands of slain bodies.
"Well, if that's an offer of friendship, it is right?" Alessa asked, wanting to make sure, "Then I accept."