I was not insulting you, I was insulting him. You're a god, not a man. I haven't forgotten that. In my grief
I have been fighting almost as long as you have been alive. Mortal and immortal, human, and magic creature. I could fight blind, deaf, and numb. And I know his world almost as well as he does. My mind is centered on where it needs to be. Supporting him. And ending an abhorrent... thing.