It's late at night, and Lovelace and I are in my room, sitting on chairs around a tea table. We both wear our military uniforms, as has been our habit since the beginning of the war.
The room has an atmosphere of intimacy and shared secrets.
I wish the war would end already so I could have more moments like this.
I want to live this romance, to give Lovelace the attention she deserves and that I know that she actually craves.
But we can't. Not yet. Not when there are so many lives at stake.
Including our own lives, when the goddess comes back.
"In Juno's case, the religion came first, and her divinity later."
"Huh? How did she pull it off?"
"At that time, there weren't any religions or gods. Just some sort of collective anger and desire for revenge."
"No religions or gods? That's unusual. As far as I know, humans living in society always tend to create some sort of religion."
