Enjolras would say, if he asked, that God has never talked to him, and who is to say that God even exists, properly? Not him, not when one looks at the state of the world and its people. But that is another thing entirely, and perhaps another time, Enjolras will explain deism to Claudius.

For now, he takes a sip of his (mildly watered-down) wine, and turns his attention to Claudius. "It is--" He hesitates, swirling his wine about his glass for a moment, and continues. "Yesterday, I was poorly, and so did not do nearly as much exploring as I might have. I am still getting accustomed to everything. ....It is disorienting, indeed, to be somewhere that certainly is not an afterlife. But there are many distractions." Which he is grateful for.