"It's not up to me to prove that God wasn't involved. It's up to you to prove that he was. It's called the null hypothesis. In other words, one cannot prove a negative statement. For instance, can you prove to me that there is not an invisible kitten on my head right now silently singing La Marseil...

"Well, can you show me God wasn't involved?" Jean argued, frown marring his fair features. "You speak as if you knew for sure." He had let go of her wing when he had realized he shouldn't be touching her, muttering a short prayer in French even as he did so. "No, people need God. Without God, what w...

"How can you know that?" Jean asked, perplexed. "Can't you see God's work around us? The sun on the sky, the corn growing. Can't you see the Satan's work? The demon from before." He had hard time with Tiffani, unsure why she could not believe her eyes. "Yes, a lot of men did a lot of work. And God's...

"Well, yes. But it's not like Satan's cannot reach here." he looked markedly at Tiffani. "You saw the demon, didn't you. You may say we are on earth, but the hell is just as real and it's out there." he waved his hand towards the corn fields. "Whether you wanted or not. You both had better keep that...

Jean didn't have any idea why people were talking about Carrie Washburn, or why she was so important. Clearly she had done something but, no-one he talked to seemed to be willing to explain to him either, at least in any terms he understood. Needless to say, this left Jean all sorts of frustrated, t...

"What else there is?" he asked. "We are god's creation, taken to hell and twisted, but not beyond redemption." Jean glanced at the demonic Imogen and the 'what if someone wanted to make an angel but was jesting instead' Tiffani. "No-one of us are, seeing we are here." Just how one could escape hell,...

Imogen couldn't help but take a moment to thumb toward Jean and turned her head to glance at Tiffani as if to say wordlessly 'see what I'm talking about here?'. "Well, I guess they might be as real as your angel. Nobody has seen them in person recently and they tend to be at the forefront of some r...

"Of course there is." Jean frowned before his eyes widened. He was almost certain he knew what she was talking about. "The Heavens. Realm of God. His Angels visit us often, carrying messages and carrying saints to heaves." He blinked, realizing exactly what she had said. "Never heard the angels doin...

Saw me before? Nooo!? Imogen couldn't help but think in a sarcastic sense. However, she knew she should tone her reaction down for her fellow Lost and he likely had a language barrier to contend with. With that in mind, she gave him a wave back and gave him a deep nod. "Ayep, Imogen, that's me. It'...

If nothing else, it was a short good sprint. Imogen moved her fingers a little and the blade claw vanished from her digits. She gave a hapless shrug at Jean. "I think I have a few good ideas but the best person to ask is probably Marlowe over there." Day 4, Late Afternoon, another die : 1d10o10h8 0...