... Thank you Mizuki. [ Truly a kind friend, what more could she have asked for? The gentleness of his touch, wiping away the tears makes her feel validated - here, grounded, alive, appreciated, loved. A tenderness she wasn't inherently always afforded, especially with how easily she could cry.

But Gods..? ]

No, [ She says, kindly but there is a push of certainty to her voice now. ] A God is nothing like us.. Yet you are right, we can become Gods. I have heard legends of those who even Ao could not overlook and granted them ascension... But...

[ As she speaks trying to recall memories and thinks hard on it, the lyre at her side begins to glitten slightly. Exuding an aura of magic itself. ]

Gods have these things called Portfolios.. Yes, without them, the Gods would not gain power from our prayers or respect. Instead, they would diminish in power, and likely disappear into the aetherial planes... I suppose that does not answer your question.

[ She had looked away in thought but returned her eyes towards the other more endearingly once more. ]

To me, the Gods whether they are foul-mannered or gracious. Are beings who live beyond our understanding, they are not meant to be understood but all the same - worshiped and learned from. They are our creators and may not understand us as mortals, but rely on us all the same as we too look to them for answers.

We are the essence of what it means to be synergetic, a foul God should be stopped but to destroyed!?!? Outright, would only mean the demise of Mortalkind.

[ She shakes her head frowning, ]

I merely mean, to myself. Gods are above me, and I can only exist below them ultimately.