"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Shorvanna laughed, but her lack of lungs, throat, and face meant she stood still while doing so. "That would kill you, young Halve! Desseyr, Miraztor, Nilenna, and Yulianna would chase you to the ends of the world, and even beyond. Galeia doesn't need a Halve that kills a God just because of feelings."
I clicked my tongue. "Fuck off. You know what I mean," I grumbled.
"I do," the Goddess confirmed. "I remind you anyway, young Halve."
"I remind you anyway," I imitated her in a mocking tone, then sighed. "I know what you mean, as a Halve. The whole demonstration of power to ease mortals... I get it. Flying? My asshole tightens at the idea of it. The fact you disregard it makes me angry. True, I survived a long fall, but when I climbed up and looked down my stomach still did a nasty turn."
"But you're willing to face it, no?" Shorvanna inquired.
I nodded. "Yeah."
