Lost Potential

SAFRIN "Do not act like your ignorance and rudeness is fate, Bastien." She replied coldly. "You could do well being a great deal more humble. To come here, during this time of death and think so highly of yourself to think that you have influenced my mood? You who would start a church in my name, and yet not even realize that I hold all life sacred? That this of all times, is the very worst for me? And yet here you are." The deity crossed her arms, looking down upon him with a weary sigh. "Not unless you can speed up time, or grant protection to all who must endure this hellish week." She replied, her voice having dropped to almost a whisper, the anger in her eyes doused. "Other than that, no Bastien. I see you have begun to make changes to your Church. Frey will be most pleased." She said, souring slightly. "Now, is there something that you wanted? That you called me down here for?"