[ It'd be a lie to say Professor Fowler doesn't sort of tug his attention away from what he's crafting for a minute, one eyebrow arched in something that's more interest than amusement. Curious as hell to hear it coming from Mace, curious as hell to hear at all considering it feels like this is another life entirely.

(The two or three second deliberation about whether or not he finds it hot, can't come to a conclusion before he's moving on.)

He hums gently at crisis of faith. He's sort of having one anyway, because Ian's faith is in physics. In logic, in the fundamental laws and theories of the universe bound by science. Most of what he's seeing here has absolutely no rationale, and he's trying to think of it just... in terms that the haven't discovered the explanation yet. Like in the dark ages, trying to understand how the Earth revolved around the sun. ]

Not really, it's just-

[ A puff of breath. ]

There are fucking ghosts or something here, man. Demons. Kind of makes it... harder not to have an opinion, harder to believe in nothing.

[ A beat, a considering shrug. ]

I mean, I guess technically still agnostic, considering it doesn't prove or disprove the existence of God, but... Fuck, you know what I mean?

[ All this stuff, it's really gotta make you wonder.

His blue flickers.

The blanket falters. ]