User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-27950421-20161118124401/@comment-28358106-20161119215534

"Worship me?  No.  They are little aware of where they are. They are as complete as their pain will allow them to be, and here I draw down their sorrows as no god does.  Mortals exist in ways that are not part of the natural order of things, O King, but I suspect that because they provide you no amusement, you would have little use for them."

Emelia takes her head from his lap, leaving a trail of saliva. "But I do, O King.  I know them well, and love them in my own way.  And when they do find me, I am not so pretentious as to keep them from knowing my true name.  I do not hide myself behind the veil of godhood and pull the strings of mortals for my own amusement.  As for what I desire from you..."

He spreads his arms. "You are giving it to me now.  Discourse.  Philosophy is never pointless.  After all, it is the singularity that allowed men to cease their pursuit of the immediate and seek a better place in history.  But far be it for me to force you to an activity you dislike..."