My daggers, my poor, poor daggers. (Crying)
How could he do that to them? (sniffle) Does he have no sympathy? No humanity? Well, he is not human in the first place so I suppose that makes sense. But he is an elf. Are they not known for their kindness? (And arrogance, but that's not the point.)
Why? Just why! Whatever did my beautiful (and ugly), wonderful (none of my daggers are not wonderful), powerful (well, maybe not that powerful) daggers do to him!
Well ... there was that one time that the trio of Air, Games, and Water borrowed (stole) some (at least half) of my daggers. I would have demanded them back so that their spot in the hall would not be empty but then they told me what they had in mind...
Oh, the idea was wonderful. Absolutely, positively, amazing! I could have sworn it was my birthday. Why else would such fantastic news befall me?
So I reluctantly (gladly) allowed them to go through with their plan. I might have even helped them a 'little' bit by letting them borrow (enthusiastically offering) the rest of the daggers.
Now, now, do not blame me for what happens next. It really was not my fault. It was theirs! It was the trio that... that put me under some sort of spell! I remember it as if it had just happened. My heart was beating ever so rapidly (out of joy) that they must have poisoned me! They had done it before(though not to me of course, how can they poison someone that is immune to all poisons?)!
And...and...I fainted! Yes, in the end, I fainted! See, I was not to blame. If I was how could I have fainted? Surely it could not have been from the more fragile of my daggers breaking upon impact. No... I don't think so.
But the Dagger Rain(as it was later called) would not have had much of an impact on Time. He was safe, snoring away in his mansion, completely ignoring the daggers thudding against the roof. So he should not have caused a time change for something so minor!
"You do know that his garden was completely decimated by that, right?"
Minor matters. Minor matters. It is just a garden. Those plants can be grown again.
"Most of the plants were hundreds of thousands of years old."
He has a lot of time. He is the God of Time, if he wants he can speed up time to make his plants grow again. Simple.
"Do you really think that with his lazy nature, he will want to plant all of them again? Even acquiring the correct seeds and getting the soil ready for planting would be an impressive feat for him."
If he wants to leave it as it is then so be it. Nothing I can do about it. (shrugs)
"Elves are every protective of their plants. Take, Nature for example. Break off one branch of her trees and you will have to face her and Wrath in his not-so-candy-loving mood. You know how deep their friendship is. On a side note, did you know the first time they met, they competed in terms of destruction, and Wrath only won by a small margin? After that, they became inseparable, in eating candy and destroying things."
Time does not have someone like Wrath as a friend.
"True, but he's a High God. Plus, if Nature is that dangerous while only being a half-elf, how troublesome would you reckon a full-blooded high elf could get?"
Okay, I admit that is scary. Do you think I should apologize?
"You did. And in the end, you were booted out of the mansion since you were disturbing his sleep..."
Oh...
"Are you ever going to stop talking to yourself, Lord Life?"
How can I stop doing something that I have never done before, my dear daggers? (smiles)
"..."