She furrows her brow. To admit that would be something moderately scandalous in her time in station. One would probably be accused of being an anarchist or communist as well. Mary knows it isn't that simple.

"I've wondered whether or not I believe in God," Mary admits. "I'm honestly not sure. With all the sorry in my life, I wondered how a God could allow that to happen to a person." She shakes her head. "Surely you believe that these gods here exist now." It's hard not to when they're all right in front of their eyes.