[OOC: Probably a good idea, it is getting late and I'm getting slow. Prod me on an IM next time you turn up, or the like?]

Akito tucks his head in his palms and thinks about it for a few moments. "Sumerian gods? The god of war..." he pauses. Could there be some mystical reason behind all the fighting back home? He stares at the pilot's mark on his hand again.

"I'm just a freakin' cook. I'm not equipped to deal with that kind of thing!"