So, you as well? [Surprise, you're talking to another guy who was in charge of a religious hippie commune society!] It still takes effort not to introduce myself as "Prophet Chibi," sometimes. That's how everyone referred to me, back home - kind of gets burned into your brain after awhile.

My Goddess gifted me with Visions [you can practically hear the capitalization] of the future, and I passed those on to my people, which afforded me some level of... Influence. But now, all I hear from her is silence.

[But Chibi seems much more at peace with the whole thing, and it shows in the relaxed way he leans back, the way the horns on his hat slouch.] It's strange, but simply another circumstance. Nobody is truly helpless; after all, a plant ripped from its soil won't necessarily wither where it's replanted.