Tetanus Central [Fitz]

Fitz's words echoed a surprisingly similar sentiment to Abby's view of the world, an idea of balance. Challenge, in all it's forms was inevitable and necessary. But she still saw difference in his first statement. "You assume everyone shines the same way." She observed, quietly but gently challenging the view. Of all the things that could've occured as she sat on the metal corpse with the sun at her back, a discussion of values and belief was not one of them.

Nytalen's faith seemed refreshing. Too many had claimed of a great plan by a completely benevolent god in the past, and admittance of the difficult truth was few and far between. If this god was truly benevolent, why would children be born to weak to survive? To her, acceptance the fact that the world isn't fair rather than ignore the fact. It made her shudder to think this all happened for a reason.

Yet the traveler's hate for Dayfeng was isolating, and she recognised her own soul in the description of her followers. Weak. Soft. Spoilt.
She knew the latter wasn't quite true, she had the scars to prove it.  

She didn't exactly believe in gods themselves, but she did recognise the world views as both common and valid regardless of where they came from. "And you assume the forgiving don't suffer." She felt safer now, as she saw this as a friendly debate rather than a man trying to sell her on his faith.