It eats at him, this confusing, this not understanding, and he worries at the situation as a dog chewing a bone, turning it, flipping it, examining it, but still it makes no sense. His concept of right is very simplistic, shades of black and white with no gray. Yet he has never seen evil before, can't truly wrap his mind around the idea that someone would do bad things on purpose, and so in his child-like innocence everything that is not Good is simply... Other. And this was definitely Other, but people could be... Fia couldn't possibly be... not-good.
So while his ears pinned back at the sight of her smashing the rabbit down to drown in the broiling black tar, he simply sat and processed without condemnation. "If you say so," he offered simply, uncertainly. How was he to know what gods wanted for sacrifices? He was supposed to be one but no one had ever sacrificed to him before so he didn't really know how that really worked. It didn't seem right but every time he saw her she was just so confident in all her answers, while he felt like he knew nothing and just had to guess. He hated guessing, it was just so... hasty. "How do you know all this anyway? Does someone tell you or do you just know?" No one ever really told him anything. His voice was a little crestfallen as he continued. "Are we supposed to already know how all this all works?"
