That is such an overwhelmingly shit deal, I feel sorry for you. So what, you're a slave to something that isn't even listening to you? Wow. [She'd actually figured as much, whatever the entities are, they're not like the traditional gods she's used to. Closer to the Nightmare King, vague glimpses of information, no conversations, just creepy dreams at most.]

I'm ever so humbled by the knowledge you use people's preferred names when manipulating them and twisting them up. You're just a poor misunderstood little clown.

Do you often let your property walk away from you to leak all your dirty little secrets, Fenix? Or were you just unable or unwilling to say no to Pyre's papa?