Garrot can't avoid the head shaking, the squinting, and then... the question. So he sighs, and then shrugs.

"Maybe." The word is slow to come out, unlike most anything he says. "I... don't know what I believe right now." The words are about as honest as Garrot can manage while repressing his emotions about his father's murder.

But that's all he says, letting himself turn inward on his own horrible tempest of twisted and gnarled emotions. He's had to come to terms with a lot in just a single day, and he's still trying to process it without using drugs to cope.