"Getting your information from someone who thinks they know all just from being a goddess vessel for all of fucking minutes will do that," Anders muttered. They all thought they knew. They had been gods and goddesses for what, a month at the most? Bullshit did they know. A lot of them had also seemed to think they had been given full god powers as well. It was laughable.
"No I can't control minds. I can manipulate and influence. Give a little push if possible." What was the point in lying. Not that Anders ever truly lied. He evaded. Changed the subject. Incited rage to stop questions. But never actually lied. "It doesn't work on everyone. I can't make people do whatever I want. Weak minds and all that shit... half the time it's not worth the headache." Or the nosebleeds.
I can bend mortals to my will he had once said to his brother. But that had been bragging. Exaggerating. It was Bragi's power, yes, but he didn't have access to the full load. And to be honest, he didn't want it.
"Oh for fuck sake! You're talking to me, Anders Johnson. Dick of the family. Who will probably be dead soon." Maybe he could make a final request. Kill him long enough to let Bragi go, bring him back so Max forgets him and then she won't be traumatised by his messy death. "I'm not fucking possessed, OK? Except maybe when bloody soul mates are involved." His shoulders slumped and he let his fall against the glass - still managing to be careful so as not to disturb the fish.