Do I sense a soul trying to find a reason to be envious of me? That's cute, but you realize that as soon as they're all dead, there's nothing left to envy but the dead. And at that point?
[She reached up a hand to blow over her palm, dust scattering like the ashes of a funerary urn. Where it glittered there was a sparkling of green on the air. She grinned over at her, the air glittering when she did and shrugged.]
One day the fools will swell my power until they destroy themselves because they cannot know the meaning of moderation... and then they'll be gone. And you'll still have this.
... and eventualy the flakes of dead skin that are on the edge of the earth will fade, the wounds will scab over. I will be gone, and you can start again. [Snicker] Maybe the next batch will do better? Maybe stop at the dinosaurs this time.
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[She reached up a hand to blow over her palm, dust scattering like the ashes of a funerary urn. Where it glittered there was a sparkling of green on the air. She grinned over at her, the air glittering when she did and shrugged.]
One day the fools will swell my power until they destroy themselves because they cannot know the meaning of moderation... and then they'll be gone. And you'll still have this.
... and eventualy the flakes of dead skin that are on the edge of the earth will fade, the wounds will scab over. I will be gone, and you can start again. [Snicker] Maybe the next batch will do better? Maybe stop at the dinosaurs this time.