"Diaspora?" Iestyn murmured, and wondered why that was the only word he had taken from this whole scenario because holy shit, there was a man with a halo sitting in front of him. "But... but I'm atheist."
"That doesn't matter so much, it's a collective belief," David said, and with a slight sigh he let his own halo shine through too for a moment.
Was this what their mother saw? Iestyn wondered. Glowing goodness and heavenly peace? The two men together almost seemed like a weirdly anachronistic tableau in a medieval painting. Iestyn was gripping Aderyn's hand back as hard as she was gripping his.
David let his heavenly glow dim again and sipped his tea. "We don't do that on a day-to-day basis of course. Special occasions only."