People couldn't heal with a touch. Judas didn't believe in any of that stuff. The world was the world and there was nothing magical about it. He wasn't... quiet... atheist but he might have said it for all practicality of how he acted about things. He'd lived through hell and back and no amount of prayer had brought him anything. Timing had brought JC into his live. Good luck, but he didn't have any of that back then. JC's compassion had been what saved him, not magic or a god or anything else like that. He wouldn't give anyone shit for their beliefs, but sometimes it felt... foolish. You had two hands, you did everything you could to bring yourself happiness with a little help from others along the way. Together, they could make miracles. People could.

"Well, at least the smoke won't bother me." Smirk. "You really trust me to decorate something? What are you thinking about.. painting? Because I don't know if I'd trust any of that woodworking stuff into my hands." Judas paused, looking familiar. "...Might not be so bad with a paintbrush, though. Still, you sure you don't want to give that to like, Peter?" Another thing he couldn't give someone shit about. He'd seen the youngest of them in and out working and his head bent dirty over his laptop to keep up with the Kickstarter. Good kid.