"I don't believe any of it." And Rekker didn't mean just what Bjorn was talking about but religion in general. He found it all bullshit.

He knew his brother was easy to see. It was their hair usually that had always gave it away. "Yes, he's my brother."

Rekker sighed again because the mixed signals were coming again, both from Bjorn and his own emotions. He glanced at the numbers again and shrugged. "You're a minority then. Most people find me disgusting and flock to my brother."