[Steven is still unsure about pursuing Thirteen in any way, though he too is increasingly frustrated by the circumstance of being stuck here, even though he's found much happiness. It still sits strangely with him to be here, and while he's grateful he has his loved ones around, the fear of losing them every day to some random fate is terrifying. Back home, he and Marc could always be together. Here, not so much.

He offers Fenris an understanding smile when their eyes meet, unsure how to help, but also desperately wanting to. He isn't the type of man to fight someone like Thirteen, despite his personal experiences with gods. That was... different. He'd like to talk to her, if anything.]

I don't think you're alone in that desire. [Offered quietly, fingers tracing over the lingering condensation on his pint.] I do often wonder if it would be possible to face her directly, yeah? To... have a chat. Even with one of her iterations, I don't know if it's really her.