He grinned, a bit viciously, and nodded. "Ah, my ever favorite plan of winging it. Tell me, does this plan include, and I speak in a purely hypothetical and academical way, me telling you to go to hell?"<br/><br/>His expression froze, and the beyonder on his shoulder seemed to fully materialize, its whisperings clearly audible to everyone. "Power, they want your power. And lies, they don't care, they care about them and theirs, and will abandon you just like everyone else. Your mother? A fake made by the Inevitables. The kitsune goddess? Uses you because she can't protect her own. The alien? Because she wants a chance to join her legendary icons. The others? Because you represent ease of life. Nothing more, nothing more than a lie they tell themselves so they can keep doing so, gold diggers the lot.<br/><br/>It paused, and issued a softly, sibilant hissing laugh, moving onto several of his projects, belittling them, but Draiss didn't pay it anymore attention. "Yes, a good point. What WOULD your plan dictate happening if I did, in fact, tell you to go to hell?"