[ She's always wanted to be a good god-- one that deserves respect. One that has done things to deserve respect. She's always believed that gods do good, which is what made them great and benevolent, looking out for humans and putting their well being first. Granted, she has expressed respect and reverence towards gods she hardly knows anything about, including the ones who have does questionable things in their past. But this is the first time she has truly questioned that mentality. She doesn't want to be a god that automatically commands respect, if it means she will lose a close friend.

Will it bring him comfort, she wonders, if she blesses him? ] ....There's a hierarchy, and we've all heard of it. The lay people, the servants of the shrine, the ordained, the lesser gods, and then the higher gods. One level of the pyramid serves the other, all the way up to the top.

But I've always thought it would be better to be the opposite, to flip the pyramid on its point. [ She explains softly. ] The gods are at the bottom, and it's we who must serve the world, protect it, and make sure everyone is content and safe.

Just-- keep that in mind, okay? I'm... I'll always be here for you, if you need me. [ She watches the crack again. Maybe they should order their food to go. She can't take this mood anymore, and she feels as if she's lost something dear to her. ]