War of Black Ash - Of Gods

The sound of the brass hitting the tile was loud, startling the few birds roosting in the abandoned building. Luckily, a few flew into the nets, wings and claws getting tangled in the cobbled together wires and strings.
"Shit!"
Ash scrambled to find it, searching among the litter, until Lorenzo tapped him on the shoulder, handing the small piece of metal over. Almost bashfully, he took it, quickly burying it back into his pocket.
Only later, around the fire and having just eaten the captured pigeons and feral parrots, did Lorenzo bring it up.
"So, you're Jewish?"
Ash recoiled, nearly dropping the precious scrap of meat in his hands. The other man watched him carefully, but handed over a bottle of murky water just the same when he began to cough.
"I, uh, kinda. Yeah, I guess. Why d'ya ask, that a problem or somethin'?" He was quick to be defensive, and not without reason.
"How do you mean "kind of"?"
"I wasn't like… it was more a family thing. Again though, why are you asking me that?"
Lorenzo seemed confused, but after a moment clapped his hands together and floundered about with his words, as if he hadn't even realized what he had sounded like.
"I didn't mean it in… I meant, well, do you still believe in it, religion, God, after everything that's happened?"
Immediately, Ash lowered his metaphorical hackles, thumb grazing over the cufflink in his pocket, feeling the engraving of the star.
"...Dunno. Maybe, maybe not. I don't fuckin' know, been too busy with trying to stay alive and figure out where we're gonna get gas to think much about God."
Lorenzo nodded at that, and chucked aside the burnt bones.
"What is it to you, then, that you're not sure?"
He stammered, trying to figure that out. Did he mean what all religion was? What God was? His own version and belief or what he had been taught? Instead of wrangling with it, Ash asked his own question.
"I don't think I can like, put that into words, really. I dunno.” He clicked his tongue, mulling it over and feeling guilty, as the other man was patient, staring at the fire. “I guess just… With everything that’s been happening, everything we’re doing, it don’t feel right to say I believe in it. Don’t even matter it's what we gotta do in order to just survive, it don’t feel right to me.”
“That is… it is much what I have been thinking about. I don’t think god would forgive me either.”
He let the long silence rest for a long while before speaking up again.
“Catholic?”
Lorenzo nodded, but followed up with a so-so gesture.
"Was."
"Was?"
"Was," The other man chewed his lip. "I… I was, I think. I'm not so sure anymore."
So that's what this was about after all- Ash got up, moving to sir next to him as Lorenzo wrung his hands. The man hadn't been asking for anything really to do with Ash himself, but his own crisis of faith.
Ash at the very least could understand that, his own crisis of faith, of God, religion entirely, so far behind him now. When things were normal, when he'd learned so much more about the people he had called family when they realized who he was was far different than the daughter they'd expected.
It had changed a lot, in him, and long before the dragons.
"Well ain't that a bitch, huh?" His crudeness earned a snort from the other man, and he repeated him, nearly making him laugh too.
"It is ‘the bitch’, yes."
Ash slapped him on the back, earning a kick.
"Ya stuck with the one guy who doesn't get your whole… thing, and I dunno what I can do for ya man. I probably gave up on anything like it when I came out."
Although Lorenzo's English was good, miles better than Ash's Italian, some things didn't come across from time to time.
"Came out?"
"Ahhh… Oh… Omosessuale? Ero una ragazza, ora… ora non lo sono? I think that's close enough."
Lorenzo burst out laughing as he struggled to remember anything even remotely close to what he meant.
"Trans?"
"Fuckin'! Is it really the same as it is in English?!"
The other was red in the face with laughter, devolving into a coughing fit, but nodded furiously.
"Yes, yes, it is!"
All jokes aside, Ash shrugged once they'd both calmed.
"Heard on the radio this mornin' though, there's a huge ass wolf in the States. People been calling it a god. Maybe we just all start over with that."
"A wolf? Why a wolf, why make it a god?"
"Apparently she speaks. And is ‘bout the size of a truck."
"...Huh. Maybe… Maybe a trick though, no?"
Ash shrugged again.
"I 'dunno, fuckin' Americans were talking about it. They ain't bright, fuckers will believe in anything."