[ There are more than one here who believe that conquering gods via force is a viable, desirable option.
There is another man here who would seek to change the future without a means to see the fallout of those changes.
There is someone who said the gods do not understand or care.
There is another who would consider enslaving them.
In her world, there is a mortal man who would steal from god then wish to become one.
...And isn’t it right that they would want to do this, to blame the gods, any gods, entities, or powers-that-be, for their fates, to want for better, to loathe the divine for what they’ve done (or haven't done) yet simultaneously covet their power? To curse them for their inaction, injustice against the tragic, and lack of answers? Who wouldn't blame them, all that power, all that control over the future, yet letting so many suffer? Who wouldn’t want to change their fate or that of a loved one? Who wouldn’t want to damn those that lord over them seemingly without sympathy? Who wouldn’t want to obtain all the power in the world, the past, the present, the future, to shape it as they please— for glory, for knowledge, for protecting others, for all the answers in the universe? She understands, she understands!
How can she tell anyone what she is, of what she is made, when she understands this? Yet—
Just know that whatever it is, it won't change anything. What's it matter where you come from or what you are? I like what I see now. ]
What I am....
Doesn't bother you?
[ What she has done, what she is still doing-- her actions-- surely might. But if, in principle, just what she is doesn't...
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There is another man here who would seek to change the future without a means to see the fallout of those changes.
There is someone who said the gods do not understand or care.
There is another who would consider enslaving them.
In her world, there is a mortal man who would steal from god then wish to become one.
...And isn’t it right that they would want to do this, to blame the gods, any gods, entities, or powers-that-be, for their fates, to want for better, to loathe the divine for what they’ve done (or haven't done) yet simultaneously covet their power? To curse them for their inaction, injustice against the tragic, and lack of answers? Who wouldn't blame them, all that power, all that control over the future, yet letting so many suffer? Who wouldn’t want to change their fate or that of a loved one? Who wouldn’t want to damn those that lord over them seemingly without sympathy? Who wouldn’t want to obtain all the power in the world, the past, the present, the future, to shape it as they please— for glory, for knowledge, for protecting others, for all the answers in the universe? She understands, she understands!
How can she tell anyone what she is, of what she is made, when she understands this? Yet—
Just know that whatever it is, it won't change anything. What's it matter where you come from or what you are? I like what I see now. ]
What I am....
Doesn't bother you?
[ What she has done, what she is still doing-- her actions-- surely might. But if, in principle, just what she is doesn't...
She's scared. She doesn't know what this means. ]