"Arke just has good design philosophy."

"You mean she has none. Didn't she just make a bunch of you guys and say 'lame civilisation or wolves?'?"

"Democracy at its finest! And some people are hawks, or fish-deer-things, or one person decided to be an elephant."

"Bloody shapeshifters mussing up the reincarnation."

"I think it's a great system."

"She made you! You're biased!"

"You mean you don't ever want to run like a wolf or fly like a hawk?"

Veles proceeds to dissolve into a swarm of bats

He sticks his tongue out. "Well, it's fair us non-gods get to do that, too."

He reforms. "Next we'll be letting them live forever."

"Hah. You're a riot." Then, to Mal, "You wanna come along? You gotta start human, but the garden's really nice."

"I got kicked out of my home garden, I gotta find my way back." To the gods: "Are the Gardens all the same place? Like, can I walk?"

"I mean--yes, I guess?" He turns to his deathly brother. "Has anyone done that?

"There was one girl that said she died between gardens."

"That might be Sarala? She was hanging out with the dolphins last I saw her, has a bunch of cool stories about exploring. She's from that islands Garden I think."

"Is that blasphemy?" Veles asks Perun.

Perun shrugs. "So, you going with Arke?"

"What's closest to Sophia's garden? I want to start there."

"Arke's I think?"

"Thanks. I'll check yours out someday, promise. Thanks for helping!"

"You're welcome."

The god's feline steed bounds back into the mist.

"Alright, alright, let's just get you in the slide."

"Sure."

Veles proceeds to lead them back to the Great Wheel, managing to spin it with his bare hand. 

"Who first?"