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Chilili Crow-Dog Chilili laughed slightly, “That seems a little impossible... When you have a God tell you that you don't matter, that stardust is more important than your own life...who threatens to destroy you and everyone in the entire universe, this planet and maybe more... simply because you aren't what they wanted... How do you not feel like an abortion?” And the man raised his head towards the sky, as if consulting those gods. He stared at them for awhile. For a moment, Chilili believed he had moved on. Instead, he looked at her and gently rolled the words in his mouth before he gave them to her. “We're all stardust,” he said, “And if they made us... well, they gave us free will too... To believe in 'em or not, right?” Chilili nodded, leaning over closer. He scratched his grizzled beard, taking his time with his hypothesis. “We've passed the age when we, humans, need gods anymore, now haven't we?” he said, as if thinking out loud. He, too, seemed puzzled by this query and he continued, “I don't remember much but as a boy, I'd sit inna church and the man would say, know ye not that we are all god?... Yep...” Chilili nodded as he finished and crouched down to face him. She was hit the smell of old sweat and faint traces of smoke.