[On paper, at least, that makes sense to him. It's when he tries to apply it to something more practical that Leto's head spins, for he has lived with the idea that gods were untouchable beings for all his life. The thought that he might conceivably run into one at the market is . . . unnerving. The leviathan comparison suits his mindset far more— after all, what's a god to a moral, and a mortal to an ant (or something like that). It makes far more sense that singular lives don't even register to something so vast and powerful.

Just so long as they stay away from he and Astarion, Leto thinks, he'll learn to live with it.]

Let us hope it stays that way.

[Death and gods . . . Astarion had started to tell him a bit about other planes of existence, but that's a conversation for another time.]

All right. Gods I will avoid, and bandits I can dispatch without issue. One tried to jump me already, actually, though tried is perhaps the key word there.

What other things should I be wary for as I travel through this world? Tell me something I do not yet know.

[Talk to me, for it has only been a day or so, but he misses Astarion's voice.]