[There is little in the way of other faiths, but indeed his sect is small and obscure enough to still occasionally be called a cult by that definition. Even with all his indigo brethren, there are only so many indigo. For some reason, perhaps because the others lack that same connection as the blood of the family, the church does not typically extend outward, and not without effort.

He knows he's put in plenty.]

I do not know. [He admits this with a shuffle of feet.] I would propose perhaps that... we organize. All my kind ought to come together at once. We must seek some manner of escape or prevention. Surely we must have the psionic power or the technology... [But there's no point if they will not organize.]

I am acquainted with the young heiress of Beforus. I have sought to commune with her prior so that I may then appeal to the empress herself. But Meenah... [Detests him? And everyone? No not quite that. She's just... very callous. The good is in there, he's sure. Inside. Deep, deep inside.]... is disagreeable. My efforts were for naught for she would not hear me and she has further absconded to the mother fuckin moon in fleeing her very own ancestor, rendering moot my attempt.

[He has not spoken so much of this topic in this particularly despairing way, save with Mituna. He needs to smile. He needs to calm. But it is so hard. He bows his head instead, hiding face.]

The family has sought to appeal where it can but not all have read the signs as such that I've seen them. The holy visions of this particular sort thus far have been mine the motherfuck alone. I... I have not spoken to the Grand Highblood of this. I wish not to disturb His Levity.

[As for the dreams, he's sure they'll just keep coming.]