“I… I thought those on your platform were worshipers thrilled to be in your presence,” I dared counter. “Yes. And I believe many mean well, but it is difficult to enjoy feeling as though your only worth in another’s eyes comes from what you can do for them.” I lost my tongue, holding positively dumbstruck. The literal point of my life was to be of use to others, but to him, it was a curse, because no one saw him as anything else. Even as someone who should have worshiped him for the god he was, I’d often mocked his statue. I didn't know what to say.
