I read about something once, that I liked. During the last war, between your nation and ours.
This was pre-regulation, of course, when they were rolling out the new gods, the chemical gods and the heaving iron Cormorants and the propaganda gods that were dropped onto cities from above, and the entire landscape was choking in faith, and nothing could be trusted not to shift.
And when the soldiers met each other in the desperate and violated places, and did not want to fight, they wouldn’t dare speak the name of any god in their greetings or their goodbyes, in case they called something down upon themselves.
So instead, one of them would say,
‘May your peace find you on a lonely road.’
And the other one would say,
‘May your peace walk on with you for a while.’
— Chapter 12: And To Fight Is Just To Choke.