He looks up, his own throat tight with concern. You're not lost and you're not damned.

"I-" He shakes his head and gives a slight shrug, unable to commit to an answer. After a good sip of cocoa, he adds, "I suppose I should, if I'm to believe what I am. I haven't had much faith over the years, but it's a comfort to think that we will go somewhere that we may see lost loved ones again." He didn't like thinking about death, especially not in the context of Alec, because it felt all too real a near possibility after the scare earlier this year. "I like to think no one is lost, and most are not damned."

"Do you?"