Now that he was this far, GHB wasn't too sure. Would it break his user to learn the truth? Would Dylan turn away from him and go back to Heroin? "Alex," GHB said lightly, his tone turning serious and yet somehow comforting at the same time, like the slide of a droplet of 'water' down the neck of a beer bottle. "You know modern conveniences that society, humans, put their faith in? Sometimes, that faith can... push a being into formation. A personification of that convenience, whether it be the internet, or cell phones or drugs. A walking, talking, feeling, breathing... being." Maybe the word 'god' was a bit much to spring on the poor mortal.
His tone remained casual. "When you met Marc, met Hazel, you stumbled upon a family of such beings. You stumbled upon on the Drugs." GHB felt like clapping giddily. Sure, he might lose this user to the insanity that could come from knowing the truth, he could lose him back to Heroin. But there were so many potential users out there, it didn't matter if he broke this one.