There was that flare of warning in his stomach again, a reminder that he was talking to a goddess. Shut up, Much told it. "Do you know how many families there are in this city that can't even afford to eat every day?" he asked her, as if someone this rich would even care. She should care, though. Everyone should care. The world was so fucked up, that people didn't. It was true and he should say it, her god status be damned.