“Don't you have a religion?" Dorolow asked Horza. "Yes," he replied, not taking his eyes away from the screen on the wall above the end of the main mess-room table. "My survival." "So... your religion dies with you. How sad," Dorolow said, looking back from Horza to the screen. The Changer let the remark pass.” DeathReligionSurvivalBora Horza GobuchulChangerDorolowMess Room Book:Consider Phlebas Source: Consider Phlebas