Quite possibly more than anything she'd ever said, this query threw Eleven the most. He stared, not entirely certain she could possibly be serious when she spoke so frankly about life- or the lack thereof.

By Yggdrasil, they were in a temple.

"..Well, prayers are.." Prayers. He frowned, glancing around, then gestured loosely to the altar on the other side of the temple.

"When you came in, you saw people kneeling before the altar with their hands clasped together, right? They're.. communing with the Gods to request some sort of divine assistance. When I pray, I ask for strength and guidance.. but everyone has their own requests to make of their God or Goddess."