Book 4: Chapter 8: The Eyes of the Gods
What followed was a lot of yelling, gesticulating, and way too much energy until I finally put my foot down.
“No,” I grumbled, “Barck’s a dick, and I don’t actually want to associate with him more.”
“I’ve heard he was a jolly God, all told,” Aqua mused. “Especially compared to some of the more uptight ones, like Lunara or Solen.”
“You don’t understand, He’s a God. He doesn’t really care about any of us. His plans are across literal eons. He may cherish us, but we are, in essence, bugs to them. Mayflies who provide entertainment and add some paltry meaning to their eternal existence.”
“That’s a rather uncharitable way of putting it,” Balin mumbled.
I shook my head. “Not really, Barck’s incredibly brusk and does whatever he feels like. He’s a fine drinking buddy, but I wouldn’t really want to give him any more power over me. Especially something like giving him the ability to deny the use of my Abilities.”
Bando was throwing confused looks around the room. “Why does it feel like you’re all talkin’ about somethin’ what I don’t know about?”
His mother patted his head. “Clan business dear, we’ll tell you when you’re older.”
Bando pointed at me. “He’s younger than me!”