"You're very fortunate," Ecks informs him quietly, trying to digest this claim. No gods here. This is, at least in theory, a place beyond the reach of the gods. She judders momentarily, quite literally shaken by the concept in a split-second twitch that travels downward from her shoulders. "Are you very sure they're not here? How did that happen? Did someone kill your world's gods? How did they do it?"

Inquiring minds want to know. That this opens up the possibility of simply leaving their own world altogether does occur to her, but she dismisses it out of hand. The world is dying, and to refuse to prevent a death is to be guilty of murder.