Sidney
*Think?* Well, that was quite a question, for Aphot *Thought* About a great many things. Even as this splinter of him spoke, only about 30% of him was really *Here*. His entire consciousness was a complex network of thoughts ceaselessly absorbing and caching information. If they really wanted to get into it, Aphot could spit out streams of data like a cosmic computer.

But fortunately for his kin, Aphot was not the God of Infodumping.

A devious little smile played on his lips. "What do *You* Think I think about?" His head tilted to rest in his free hand. "Luring 'men' to their demise sounds like a great deal of fun. But what constitutes as 'evil'?"
Cynthia
"I think you spend all day mocking how stupid every other living being is, am I wrong? I don't know, maybe you feel pity," *He didn't particularly sound like he was joking, although he was a few pints past his fair share, so all tone communication was sort of lost to the wind, or whatever carried words from place to place.

"'Evil' as in, ah... 'Amoral', 'unethical', 'without standards' and what have you."
Sidney
Aphot paused, briefly dumbfounded by that response. Then he laughed, that musical and infantile sound resonating with the wind. "You are so marvelously speculative!" It was neither a confirmation or denial. For whatever reason, Aphot found Aimhirghin's deadpan insobriety to be of great amusement.

"Yes, yes, but what does that *Mean*?" Aphot asked, those gold eyes sparkling with impish glee. "Ethical, unethical? Moral, amoral, immoral? By whose standards? Why does it matter?"

He drew another sip from his drink slowly as he gauged the other god's reaction, continuing with, "Thinking about all of that is just a remarkable waste of time, isn't it? Why not just skip all of that nonsense?"
Cynthia
"I don't like mortals toiling with things outside of what is their own right. It is not their right to act the way they do. Though maybe that's error of the creator. But then again, how can we be expected to create perfection every time. Perhaps this sounds a little eugenicist. Would you, as a new god, not too want your creations to be "Perfect"? Perhaps primal instinct of artistry. We find it simpler to have everything lined up straight, perfectly symmetrical, etcetera." *And again begins the unhinged musings and such. Theoreticals and abstracts once again.*

"I suppose in the end we're no better. In simplistic explanation of my actions, I do it to protect the best interests of the land and the people. But defining 'evil'? I'm not sure we, even as gods, can do that yet. It's fair to say we focus too much time on it all."

*He wondered if perhaps this god of knowledge would find his inebriant ramblings of the mind amusing, or else like nails on a chalk board. He couldn't answer that.*
Sidney
Aphot listened attentively, an eager audience for whatever came out of the wild god's mouth.

"Perfection is... Boring."

He made a show of yawning before returning his cup to his lips. "What do you get from perfection? What do you learn from it? Nothing." He scoffed, as if the mere idea was offensive. "Perfection is the stake on which potential dies, and *Nothing* Is worse than wasted potential."

Aphot leaned forward conspiratorially, as if about to reveal some grand secret to the universe. "I can almost guarantee it, brother: 'evil' doesn't exist. It is an arbitrary concept, and certainly one that doesn't apply to us as gods. There is simply what is, what isn't, and what is yet to be."

Some might say Aphot wasn't the *Best* Individual to speak about matters of morality, but what would they know? "Have you heard about the nameless force that holds doom for us? The supposedly 'evil' one?"