“The last time I tried to follow the gods’ holy addled inadequate instructions, I was betrayed into murder,” she raged. “But for You, I wouldn’t need redemption. I don’t want to be part of You. If I thought I could pray for oblivion, I would; to be smudged, blotted out, erased, like the sundered ghosts, who die to death indeed, and so escape the world’s woe. What can the gods give me?”
