"That you torture, creature of Pandora."
"Incorrect. I am beholdant to no God, unless his name is Magnus," the old man smiled. "In short, I am master of my own ship, my own mind, and for now – as long as I don't decay too much further – my own body."
"…"
"Lost for words again? It is easier to see the world in black and white. To see it in terms of Kings and Queens, enemies and allies. But the world is full of complexities you will never understand. That is why you suffer, isn't it? Indeed, I suffer too, for there is still much I do not understand. I only know that the world is far more interesting now than it was twenty years ago. And I know too, some fool has managed to tear apart the chains that once bound Ingolsol. His name being Patrick, I have no doubt he is suffering for it. And the Stormfront will suffer for it as well. Not that such a thing is really any of my business – unless he intends to get in my way."
"Ingolsol?"
"The God of Power?"
