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[The Merchant Of Menace]

Y:"Heh, couldn't do any more damage"

[Phantom]

Dariel sighs, and slumps down into a comfortable seating position, listening.

[Twi]

"You shouldn't be a god, not like this."
Lavi pauses.
"You're too weak like this, far too much so to assume the sole burden of the world. Either become stronger, make another god or two, or...if all else fails, you'd be best off as a normal person."

((No, I actually might have a clue what I'm saying.  Yumi gets hurt waaaaaaaaay too much.))

[The Merchant Of Menace]

Y:"It isn't my choice.. It's the elders who determine goodhood"

[Twi]

"Then ask them. For your own good... I don't want you to be hurt."

[The Merchant Of Menace]

Y:"There is no way to ask them, I either succeed as a god or die, such is the way"

[Twi]

"And if you die? What will they do, appoint a new one?"
She doesn't sound happy about that idea.

[The Merchant Of Menace]

Y:"Possibly, perhaps they will give up and everything will cease to exist. Perhaps you will go on without a god"

[Phantom]

"...Wait, what? None that would be good."

[Taricus]

"What."

[Twi]

"If they give up, I blame them...wait. If you can't talk to them... what do you know of these elders?"

[The Merchant Of Menace]

Y:"I know what I knew when I was born into the world, no more, no less"

[Twi]

"And... If you can't talk to them, how would they know you're dead...?"

[Something Evil]

"And... If you can't talk to them, how would they know you're dead...?"

*The 'rant, body still in the room, pipes in, using its audible voice.*
T: "Just as I know how targets miles away have died. The scent of thoughts. Of life."

A:"Don't know. I might stick around for a while"

A: "Well, do you have any place to stay? If not, there's Kata's Ark."
*She points in its general direction.*

[Taricus]

"Come on, nothing is going to get better if we stand around"