And it seems like the winding road of this conversation brings them to pass by the dead again. Only it's gods this time, and not sudden victims left to an experiment that she doesn't intend to conduct today.

"Depends on how much weight you give to a dead god's heart in the first place. More or less than a live one? "

Somehow, she's more disconcerted by the idea of someone else's teeth in your head without permission, like they were stealing into somewhere private. Not even a full creature, just a part. There's a whole story there, one to be found in the not-today-not-tomorrow, where all the stories - these and the rest - must reside.