"...Well," Vax began, but slowly. Why do you believe what you believe was a bit of a sensitive question, not that he blamed the boy for asking after what he'd said. He paused in his answer, though. He wanted to be honest with Peter, who had only ever been helpful and bright so far as he could tell. But what he'd been about to say - because I have met her, because I know her, because she has aided me in battle and blessed me several times over - that wasn't what had really made him believe to begin.

And because he didn't think it would be right to willfully half-truth his way around the temple he had built in large part to honor Her.