"I don't believe you can be all three of those things," Luna said, shaking her head and taking a drink. Then she groaned at the question and cast a glance over towards the wall.
"Like I said," Luna told her. "It's a religious thing. Leaving them was less breaking up with a boyfriend and a girlfriend, and more of a being kicked out of the church by my gods." She sighed and refilled her drink. "Look, I was never religious growing up. But t hen one day in LA, when I was sort of looking for answers, I ran into Peitho. And she was... just incredible. So she took me on as a- well, a cross between a personal assistant and a worshipper, I guess is the way to put it? I was with her and Hermes for more than a year and so happy there, but then I went and fucked it up by going behind his back on something. So this-" she looked at the wall again, "-is me sort of praying as hard as I can to get back into their good graces. I think if I work hard enough, then he'll forgive me." She looked at Tinsel and scrunched up her face. "At least, that's what I'm hoping."