Whatever had brought them all the station, it must have been powerful. Even if it was random, even if it was chaotic, the power that brought them all together had to be respected. Apparently even Gods weren't off limit. At first John had even wondered if any of it was real. After all, what was reality but a perspective? He was starting to sound like Ritchie...
He took another drag from the cigarette. "You're right, it isn't really, is it? Place for a God an' all that" John said as he looked up at the God. "Should be where there's more people to worship ya. To pass down their stories. To teach their trade and traditions to their children so that they might grow to honour you too" he paused, stubbing the cigarette out. The stub he placed into his pack of cigarettes. "That's 'ow it works, innit? We need food and water to survive. You, you need people. Memories" he said, pointing to Kai. A smile lifted his features, a knowing look in his eyes. But when was John not planning and working things out? "Gods who are forgotten typically go mad or they die. At least as far as I know. And it looks to me like you might be needing some help, old son"