I wouldn't call it a cult. [Even if it was precisely a cult, Ishaq kept other euphemisms for it. His hobby, his community, his family.] My Host Radiant is composed of like-minded individuals who care about each other and believe in the inherent potential that every mortal possesses. The power of the individual, the power that individual contributes to a collective. [A beat, and he tilted his head while looking at her, a soft smile on his lips. I'm sure you'll scrounge up more worshippers.] And I do appreciate your faith in me.

[She seemed caught on another parallel, with the river. He wouldn't push, but he noted it.]

Ah -- well. I suppose I came from the opposite perspective. Believing that the gods of my world would be invested in mortal affairs for the better. Instead I alone lead my followers to their own self-empowerment. Or perhaps the knowledge of belief remains, but the faith has withered.

Does that make sense?