*A garden covered in a dense fog appears. No one is around and it is silent. In the middle of the garden sits a table with a tea set resting on it, the tea is still warm.*
"The fate that guides the divine, it is this fate that dictates which way the world will turn. Will it turn in humanities favor or towards the path of ruin? Only time can tell us of such things."
Believe in them? Well... of course I do. If I didn't believe in them then we wouldn't be friends. And I'd do.... *pauses, recollects, then a bit quieter*