I do not speak with any defense of Silas, nor do I condone his choice to smear the pages of public history with the private affairs of another. Indeed, I write only in response to Lady Pandora and her response to his act.

You seem to pontificate, Lady, upon the superiority of the Divine, or at least the ignorance of mortality, for quite some time. Yet, in Your own words, You acknowledge a simple fact. Your end is just as inevitable as ours, and the nature of the Divine is not so separate from that of the mortals You seem to deride.

We are petty. We are fickle. We are ignorant. We are wholly incapable of understanding each other and of understanding You.

But the same could be said for You, Lady, and Each of the Divine in kind.

Do not mistake this for disrespect or rudeness. It simpy exists as a statement of fact.

It is important, I find, to simply accept the nature of this world as it exists. Those of us with smaller-scale vision of life are certainly all that You have said and more, but I fear You do not acknowledge the elephant in the room so to speak -- that You, alongside the Divine, are just the same, though Your flaws are greater magnified due to the scale You exist upon.

Indeed, mortality has one advantage -- all that You do in our world is viewed through an incredibly magnified lens, while Your perception of us is similar to a child ambling through a hill of ants. We see You, in many ways, far more clearly than You can see us.

And often we mistake what we can see for the whole, it's true. But the Divine often miss the details of mortality. It's an interesting contrast, really.

But I fear I am rambling, as I often do.

I merely say all of this to say, I suppose:

Right back at You.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Lupar, in the year 840 AF.