It was a sobering thought. What could they do against the Gods? A poignant question, to be sure, but more so even for Gareth. He caught his breath for a moment and held it, willing the roiling swell of emotions boiling in his gut to calm down. He didn't need to get angry at Winter, not right now, not when she needed comfort so badly. But at the same time he wanted to scream, tear his hair, cry...
why hadn't he been chosen?
What could he do against the Gods when he wasn't even worthy of notice?

But as the anger, hurt and more, self-hatred passed, he found the words he hoped would comfort her. "Evidently, we can do a lot." He grinned at her, then pointed in the vague direction of the temple. "The whole world stood to be changed by this. Imagine, every temple on the continent! And every cult quashed, every magician imprisoned."

"But you did something about it. We did. And now-- now--" he hesitated for a moment, cursing himself for his lapse in memory. Why couldn't he remember the God's name? "The sun-God, he's gone. We did that. You did that."

"We're finally strong enough to fight against everything going so wrong in the world. And we're only going to get stronger."