"Well, Connor, then you can clearly see that the white men in Boston are complete and utter morons." Hermann looked over his glasses at the other man, "God loves all of us - and it does not matter what you believe in, or the color of your skin, or what gender you are. We are his Children, and he loves us and guides us along the path we should follow. The choices we make, are the definition of that path - and sometimes we can swerve right off of it. But He's there, to help us find the way home again. At least, that is what I have always thought of God."

While he shredded the potatoes, he looked thoughtful, "I suppose your spirits are very much the same. They help guide you towards a better life, yes? Being thankful for everything around you, the animals that give you meat and fur, all of that."