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

In a thousand years, when I’ve all but forgotten how to love yet again, you’ll flit back into my heart, and I’ll weep, wondering what happened to my mad love.

I am so much more than what you made me.

You were never burdened with intelligence, but your load seems to be especially light these days.

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