[She looks at him, such a thoughtful gaze that pierces right to the depth of the question he asks her. She does not care if perhaps it was rhetorical, it was a worthy question. She was not raised in a dogma which believed in such things. Destiny was fixed. Death was the destiny of all, and it was implied to be brutal. What was mutable was how much one might suffer before that point... She contemplates this idea deeply, even without his provocation. It shows in her eyes.

When she answers, she lowers them once more. There is a sorrowful fondness to it all. She had loved the assured instrument of her demise. Seen the mortal man beneath the Godking, a man who would lay his head at her knee and weep at times, so sorry for what he had done. So in love with her innocence. ]

It seemed as if destiny itself had reached out to me. That I had earned a second chance, by following the mandates set by my Godking...

[ An inhale, an exhale, deep and nourishing. ]

Seeing the multitude of means and beliefs in the universe, I question that certainty. Perhaps convincing me of my... ascendance was only convenient.