Axel snorts an audible laugh this time. "Tell us how ya really feel," he says, but it's not derisive. He's inclined to agree, for the most part. All the worlds he's traveled to, all the cultures he's seen, all the people he's encountered, he's never once come across anyone whose gods lived up to all the hype. Even the beliefs he grew up with, worshiping the Light, evading the Darkness, well... Yeah, he kinda screwed the pooch on that one, and the thing is, he remembers. He remembers crying out for that Light to save him, when his world was crumbling away, when his heart was stolen from his chest. He had cried for the Light to save him, to save his world, to fight off that Darkness, and the Light had failed him. It had failed everyone.

Shaking those thoughts away, Axel grins at the other man then. He's gruff and surly and a smile would probably crack that stony face of his, but Axel has years of experience with grouchy linefaces. He kind of likes this guy's style.

"I'll drink to that," he says. "I'll take the predictable evil over the one I can't read, any day." Not that he wants to be eaten, but it's better to know what to plan for. "Well, way I see it, we can either join these lunkheads on their knees and hope we don't get eaten... or we can make a discreet exit stage left and... hope we don't get noticed and eaten." He gestures down to his ridiculous period clothing. "I, for one, am not interested in getting mud all over these fine... uh..." He plucks at the fabric. "Tights. How about you?"