[He has to know if it's safe, if he can talk about the Good Place and his Lady without having to defend himself against the kind of ruthless practicality that She was originally designed to conquer. She's not real, of course, he knows that - but sometimes She still is, and if he's going to tell someone about Her, She should be at least for that.
Ben has never been to church, although he's lingered in the side streets and the alleys outside of them sometimes, listening to the creak of wooden pews and the shuffle of feet and the muffled strain of untrained, untried voices raised in song; he never understood the words, not as applicable to anything, but he didn't need to. Faith rang out in each syllable, lived in the faces of those that shuffled down the steps at the end of the service, and glowed from behind the stained glass windows he'd come to admire as something he would never be able to touch.
He doesn't believe in God, either. But he does believe in something.]
I don't know if that qualifies as religious, but. I agree. Everyone needs to believe in something.
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Ben has never been to church, although he's lingered in the side streets and the alleys outside of them sometimes, listening to the creak of wooden pews and the shuffle of feet and the muffled strain of untrained, untried voices raised in song; he never understood the words, not as applicable to anything, but he didn't need to. Faith rang out in each syllable, lived in the faces of those that shuffled down the steps at the end of the service, and glowed from behind the stained glass windows he'd come to admire as something he would never be able to touch.
He doesn't believe in God, either. But he does believe in something.]
I don't know if that qualifies as religious, but. I agree. Everyone needs to believe in something.