I stared at the stone wall with my hands clasped behind my back, listening to the others argue over every little detail that didn't matter even a tiny bit, considering I already knew what I had to do. Only Seth stood apart, Nero and Seshat doing their best to keep their voices down while Mafdel's near hysteria made me wince and block her out. I thought I knew her, could count on her. But hadn't she told me when we'd first met if I proved to be a danger to the Pantheons she'd take me out herself?
And hadn't I told her I'd want her to? That I'd take care of things on my own before I'd let that happen? Yet, here I was, wasn't I? Pondering the very thing she feared all along, the identical accusation the Pantheons made against me when Chaos first emerged. Calling me dangerous and unpredictable and a threat to Creation.
Not unpredictable, no. But the other two? Those and more, it seemed.