<sub>Seth didn’t exactly like this question very much. 
    It wasn’t that he was offended by it, or resentful towards the nuance of the allegations that came with speaking on behalf of religion–he wasn’t. It was more the idea that he’d been rendered silent by his own apprehension at the ramifications that might lie beneath his answer—-whatever he said, it wouldn’t matter. He knew that if he provided some sort of opinion on it, he’d be offending someone. 

                                                             He didn’t want that. 
He was a boy who hated confrontation, he hated the idea that people disliked one another, solely for the conflict in opinion that–at least, at one point in everybody’s lives–becomes inevitable.</sub>

                            <sub>❝——————- ….. Do I believe in strict religion ? ❞
                                                              ❝Well, I don’t.❞
                                                             ❝… personally.❞

                                        ❝I mean, my religion isn’t real strict.❞
                             ❝But I totally believe that some religions are —- ❞

                                                                      ❝…❞

                                                      ❝Kind of strict, I mean.❞
                                                   ❝— Which is okay by me ! ❞

                ❝I — I believe people should be able to believe in their religion.❞
                                                            ❝Even if it is strict.❞
                                                                ❝…If they want.❞
                        ❝Edward said that almost everybody in Italy is Catholic.❞
                                                          ❝Or, they used to be.❞
                                        ❝And Muslim people are kind of strict.❞

                                                                     ❝………..❞
                                                                         ❝…❞

                                                                 ❝Aren’t they ? ❞
 ❝….Well, either way. I think it's okay for people to believe in whatever religion they want.❞
                                    ❝I just don’t think people should – you know.❞
                                                          ❝Hurt each other for it.❞</sub>

                                         <sub>He might have said that there was no God.
But in stark contrast, he knew that there was a certain force of spirituality that happened to guide him through his life; whether it was the words of his mother, or some other force—invisible and inaudible—that dictated his wayward descent into a legend–his own legend–misconstrued and manipulated upon its trajectory into any and every universe. He couldn’t say that there was a god— he couldn’t say that there wasn’t one.

            There was no circumstantial, or substantial evidence to advocate for the fact that there was a deity that had created this entire universe—but likewise, he could not support the idea that there wasn’t something beyond life, and molecular structure itself. He knew that something lied beyond the cosmos—because something this vast and beautiful, could not have been the result of an accident. Everything was predestined; he knew that much. And as a human sentenced t a life of either depletion or philanthropy, it was only sensible to heed to the fact that life in the macrocosm of an all-seeing eye, was universally accepted.

Every single race known to man, held some sort of accepted religion as a collective force of erudition and intelligence. While he was more than aware that Atheism—the philosophical ground that presumes the absence of a god entirely—was a popular theory at that, he found it curious that every group of people held some sort of regard for a higher power.  

                                    Something that propagated a sense of faith.</sub> 

_{Was it not faith that had become the driving force for which Carlisle Cullen delved into his most selfless acts of valor ? Saving lives, developing his own family. That faith—was surely—not illogical, as it was governed by a grounded basis for which to set a norm; love, and devotion.}

                       _{❝——— Like I said, my religion isn’t real strict. We sort of believe—or… we used to believe—that each person had their own guardian. And we would pray to it, along with the sun and Tsikáti.❞
                                           ❝That’s our name for the Universe.❞
                                                      ❝…..In Quileute, I mean.❞}

 _{❝But most of the tribe’s religious stuff got wiped out or burned to the ground.❞
          ❝Most of our religious writings and stones were lost and forgotten after the Europeans came.❞
                                      ❝…….Leah just says, ’ white people. ’ ❞}

                    _{❝But I guess there are a few things we still have, like James Island–we called it ’ A-Ka-Lat ’ island.} 

                                            _{❝That meant, ’ Top of the Rock ’.❞
                                                ❝We used it as a sort of —- ….❞
                                                   ❝…. —- a sort of fortress ! ❞
                                                  ❝To keep enemy tribes out.❞
                                         ❝But our chiefs are buried there, too.❞}