Being friends means nothing. You have proof of that here. Even with yourself. [It’s... a little rude and a bit snapped. The wire he pushes down touches the metal of the sword and sizzles, reflected in his dark eye. His brows furrow.

He can’t have all these wires in the way... It needs to be more simple. Damn... Why did Ray have to be killed? He could have used the help.] Being friends doesn’t keep a world from being ruined by someone who doesn’t know how to lead it.

I don’t have any sympathy for her. If Sean isn’t winning, then it should be Piety or Love. Any moron should be able to see that. But no one has bothered to care about any god but their own.