[open] she sells sea shells

"That is one of the signs of the great though, isn't it? They never want to be chosen." Osozo argued back, still seeming utterly unbothered by her anger. "You don't have to thank her, but she doesn't deserve your vitriol either." There was a hum as the Demi-god considered her next question. "My family is the ascended's, the Voice." It was said almost apologetically, like they already knew her argument had been ruined by the statement. Her approval of their name drew a wide, bright grin from Osozo. "Thank you." A pink began to invade their eyes, something conspiratorial in them now. "I chose it myself." osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty