"You saw my power; do you like to stay with me?"
"Was it the truth?" The boy was sure that the half-god didn't need to lie but he asked to see what he says.
"Truth hurts and I only showed you a small part that taught me a sweet death is much better than a bitter throne. I surged for that bitter throne to survive." Lashuka's explanation was vague for the young boy.
"I don't know what it means but if I were you, I would make the world beautiful and sweet."
The boy continued, "The gods were cruel to you and you killed those half-breads because they wanted to eat you."
"Yes, and?"
"You can make beautiful things but instead you brought misery. You are killing people for your own sake while they did nothing to you. You chose to make my world ugly so you are my enemy! I don't care about gods because I don't know them."
Something inside Lashuka wiggled around! He could finally feel emotion but how this boy could make this.
