"I suppose so. I mean...I do have somewhat of a reason to be grateful."

Cedric raked a hand through his hair and sighed, kicking a foot across the ground. Was this proper for talking to a...god, he guessed? Probably not. But he'd figure things out along the way.

"You'd think they'd know you weren't interested before drawing you here, though." Cedric was interested---he didn't see much of a reason not to be---but he guessed gods couldn't be bothered. And how did the Initiative plan to overcome that?