Not what will happen - what will you do. Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed.

You could've asked me to do the same - to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn’t. And I’m grateful.

You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you.

Tread carefully, now. Not even a god would survive sacrificing me.

The alliance is reforged, mortal. The planes thus quake, and the gods shudder.