The Olympian Barcade and Restaurant

[Hattish Thing]

As Felandria speaks, the man in the gray coat listens politely, fingertips placed against one another in a sign of confidence. His expression remains neutral, the light bathing his deep cheeks in shadow, reflecting off of his large, onyx spectacles. When she finishes, he nods for several seconds as if carefully formulating a response.

Finally, he speaks.

"Of course."

"Vhe have every intention o-of dedicating any d-discoveries produced by zhe "Apocyrpha Project" towards zhe good of many. Zhe s-success of such an endeavor vhould no doubt reverberate throughout zhe s-scientific community, frankly, zhis may be zhe most important directive e-ever pursued by man. The possibilities are endless, vhe simply have n-no way of predicting vhat doors zhis project may open."

"As for your f-final question, vhell... I've a bit of a philosophical question for y-you, in response."

"Zhat term you used, "f-false god", could you define it f-for me?"