[Religion is a strange and abstract thing to him now. He doesn't know if the man he used to be believed in any gods, or held any faith, but he sure as hell doesn't now. The Soldier hadn't even had a concept of religion, and he has enough struggling with trying to find who he is as a man, without adding existential questions of belief into the mix.
The names of the gods, though, they sort of ring a bell. He can sort of remember reading about them long ago, books of myths from--]
Greek? [Or was it Roman? He's not sure.] Hermes was the Greek god of, uh, letters? Mail? [No, that can't be right.] Sorry, I don't mean to offend you.
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The names of the gods, though, they sort of ring a bell. He can sort of remember reading about them long ago, books of myths from--]
Greek? [Or was it Roman? He's not sure.] Hermes was the Greek god of, uh, letters? Mail? [No, that can't be right.] Sorry, I don't mean to offend you.