"They already have. We are still in our infancy, those of us who have been created in their image." I shake my head immediately when he asks of the Voice and her relation to the old gods. "Certainly not. She is one of the highest, a mortal fully ascended. A god in her own right. " I echo with a nod, unsure if this is poetry, or merely aptness of phrasing. "Yes. One of the first. " I confirm. Perhaps calling her the second is better, but time is a funny thing, even when it comes to creation.
I nod. "She replenished my mind as well as my body when I returned. I have been made aware of the arrivals, of the state of some things.." He asks a question I do not wish to answer. I am not a creature of this sort of strategy, but even I worry about the trajectory of what it is he asks of me. "I believe so, yes. They are suspicions, for it is not my place to question."
I nod. "She replenished my mind as well as my body when I returned. I have been made aware of the arrivals, of the state of some things.." He asks a question I do not wish to answer. I am not a creature of this sort of strategy, but even I worry about the trajectory of what it is he asks of me. "I believe so, yes. They are suspicions, for it is not my place to question."
