"Isn't that what native means?" she asked, though it wasn't a real question, more of an observation. It hadn't occurred to her that there would be others, other belief sets. "So how many pantheons are there? And what do you care who the Greek goddess of Harvest is?"
Alice's brow rose quickly and she stared. Her eyes raked over his form, it was true to Jeremiah's and she was nearly convinced, but he didn't feel like Poseidon. Still, her mind was having trouble keeping up. "So you're proving that he cared to figure out who I was by saying that you- are- Jeremiah-?" Her words slowed down as she reached the end of the questions because she still had a hard time believing it was really him, there was something about his soul that didn't match. Jeremiah's looks had little to do with who Poseidon was and while she accepted them as separate, they were closely linked for her.