But she has found real love, and love can heal and save.
I can start the rain. Bring thunder. Bring lightning. Want to see?
You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.
Gods have bloody hands.
Such hubris could only come from a man's mouth.
I'm going to kill that god of yours, next. Then we'll see what you can do, and what you can't.