He simply bowed at the bottom of the stairs leading up to Barid, ignoring the glare from Amaterasu, idly impressed that her illusion was still effecting him, even with his three beyonder cores and battle honed senses. If he wasn't sensing her doing it, he wouldn't have believed it possible, mucking with his senses. He mounted the stairs boldly, before pausing at the top, one foot on the top platform, the other on the step beneath it, looking up at his oldest friend. "Hardly, She begins to annoy me, constantly tampering with all the threads, so I say... fuck her."<br/><br/>He gave a dramatic pause, before continuing. "Fuck her, fuck her plans, and lets figure out a painless, bloodless solution that ends with you the honored, beloved, cherished, and saintly Emperor that stopped the Beyonder threat, and I as your right hand and successor once you get tired of it all. To hell with the blood, death, pain, and confusion that always occurs during these 'little' transitions. She is amused by cutting threads? Then lets deny her the ability to do so. Kick her plan's spokes out, and see how far that wagon rolls. She always has controlled these dances of ours. Lets show her that mortals have, and always will, be in charge of our own destinies, despite the fact we occasionally indulge her desire to be the most merciless, petty tyrant we have ever endured."