Especially when all this time it's all been ruminating in my head. I had a world in the palm of my hand. The control center of the stronghold of a race of beings so twisted in their views they were being lead to their downfall by a madman and burning the galaxy as they went
And I found a way to make it trust me. Their World Brain. I taught it that it was more than their slave. I freed it. And then I made it my friend.
They made me their God and I played the part. Said their words, let them believe I had accended. Walked beings to death because in the long run the galaxy needed the saccrifice.
...Because ultimately, I weighed the numbers, gave up a few weeds so the garden would grow.