You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I tire of your whining.

And in that sliver of time, I felt the power around me coalesce, malice-hard and sharp as crystal. That this analogy occurred to me should have been a warning.

There is no logic to grief.

But when I got angry, my nerves sought an outlet, and my mouth didn't always guard the gates.

Calling something exotic emphasizes its distance from the reader. We don't refer to things as exotic if we think of them as ordinary. We call something exotic if it's so different that we see no way to emulate it or understand how it came to be. We call someone exotic if we aren't especially interested in viewing them as people - just as objects representing their culture.

Loneliness is a darkness of the soul

Rising from the dead? Glowing at sunrise? What did that make him, the god of cheerful mornings and macabre surprises?