"There's nothing to worship, even if it brought us here." I say.
I shoot the technician a scornful look and stand up to get on the plane.
You aren't able to escape that easily, and she keeps talking at you the whole way to the boarding ramp.
: Oh right, I forgot. You forgetwits despise anything that doesn't align with your own beliefs. I guess you thought we all just got plonked here a few centuries years ago by your own pantheon and ignore the Zentragoth's records from before then because they were meanies to you.
: Come on, give it a rest, he doesn't know any better.
: Damn dirty Zits, invading all your nothing and leaving behind roads, laws, and the concept of hygeine. I bet you guys weren't even allowed to stone any witches under their rule. At least they let you keep worshipping your deified band of thugs, I bet that wouldn't be the case if you people took over anywhere else.
: Oh my god
shut up. You're going to get your ass kicked again.