"Gods and shit are always trickier. I mean, they're talked about sometimes, in the Fables, but at the same time, they ain't Fables," he shrugs. "They exist about the same way they do in the Mundy, for us. All religious shit does."

Fables themselves hold faith if they so wish. Grendel is in a strange place with it, he came into this world between old Gods and new. He's never really held much care for either- regardless of what scholars who poor over his text like to think.

"Aww, you got to see Stevie again?" he smiles, that's nice- something fucking decent to happen to her for a change. "And yeah. Slick and pretty people always get others to fall behind. Something about the look of 'em makes people more receptive or some shit."