I'm much more interested in why people believe what they do believe already than what they should. Stories offer meaning and purpose; whether the meaning is correct or the purpose warped by years of slightly different retellings, it still is.

I don't give a fuck what people believe. I've never found any of the stories I've been told in that context particularly compelling or useful, so the comparative merits of different stories is...

( an indelicate noise. ) What do I care what colour the blanket someone comforts themselves to sleep with at night is? Conceptually that it happens at all is interesting.

( but, ultimately, she makes no real distinction between those beliefs. the avvar, maybe, with their spirits. )