Gaia listened to Angel, though she couldn't help but feel like she was listening to a story meant to scare young children. Or wayward girls into reforming themselves. So this was strange, really. And the concept of one god? She'd heard of something vaguely similar, but she didn't recall the details. After all, they didn't concern her, and she was a proud Roman. Moreso all that mattered to her was her own happiness and she didn't give a damn about anyone else other than Lucretia. So even though she listened, she couldn't help but look at Angel like he had two heads.
"So this religion as you say, is the basis of this war happening here? That is a new one, I have not heard that one before. And what does this apparent all mighty god have to say about this fucking war?" Her tone was a bit sarcastic, but it was mostly just her coping mechanism than anything else. Obviously somewhere deep inside she believed Angel because it was rather obvious she wasn't in ancient Italy any longer, but that didn't mean she had to accept it all right that second. And so, she was going to embark upon her other coping mechanism. She downed the rest of the opium-laced wine and took a deep breath, knowing the high would kick in soon enough. Maybe then all of this would make more sense. And if it didn't? Well, she wouldn't care. She'd be happy enough being in a euphoric state. Too bad Lucretia wasn't here.