It really is bizarre. The cycle of life and death has been obliterated, gods have no more power than the mortals we have to work with — a war on this scale should not be touched by their hands, either! They have no ability to accomplish either goal, once the actual fighting is gone.
[ Set waves his hand lazily, complaining to another god in the only way he knows how. It's been a long time since he'd first arrived in Kenos, and the complaints he had were never going to change — they were fundamentally wrong with the world, and no degree of Rosie-the-Rivetering positivity from the mortals was going to change the core fact of the war: that they shouldn't be able to make or remake worlds, even with power to boost them. ]
You cannot give me a half-answer and not expect me to come to tear the other half out of you eventually, but okay! Let's start with something: why was the world so desperate to have you? I know why it wants me, and I have some ideas of why it might want you, and only after Quetzalcoatl's death.
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[ Set waves his hand lazily, complaining to another god in the only way he knows how. It's been a long time since he'd first arrived in Kenos, and the complaints he had were never going to change — they were fundamentally wrong with the world, and no degree of Rosie-the-Rivetering positivity from the mortals was going to change the core fact of the war: that they shouldn't be able to make or remake worlds, even with power to boost them. ]
You cannot give me a half-answer and not expect me to come to tear the other half out of you eventually, but okay! Let's start with something: why was the world so desperate to have you? I know why it wants me, and I have some ideas of why it might want you, and only after Quetzalcoatl's death.