Grantaire and Balthazar
This man was...well, he was a bit weird. Interesting, but weird. Grantaire wasn't an idiot, he knew there were people here from strange places. People who weren't human. And yet the thought of there actually being a heaven, a place with angels, let alone God, was not something he could rationalise.
"I really could not say. Maybe you are bored. Or delusional. Or, the bigger stretch, heaven exists, and God really is as awful as I have always suspected he must be, if he is real." " He shrugged, draining his glass. "And if that is the case, I need more wine."