"How do you communicate?" Bruto asked curiously. "You know, if I had an old man's voice in my head since I was a child, I would have gone mad long ago…"
"Partly because our communication is one-way, most of it resembles sleep-talking gibberish, only occasionally containing some useful knowledge," the Half-elf shrugged. "I know this sounds strange, but it's more like I sneaked into His mind, like a child who unintentionally wanders into an adult's room and nobody notices you, at least not at first… Does that make sense?"
"But later, He noticed you?"
