He kissed, her and then pressed his forehead against hers. "If I don't care, Tysinni, who will? The other gods, for the most part, don't care about individuals. That plane we found under assault from the elder evil, the undead plane, was abandoned. They were left to die. Pelor left a plane to die. One of the supposedly good gods. That right there shows how messed up this system is. If I don't change it, by showing them what a god should be like, who will change it? Someone else, some up and coming god? That isn't fair, and yes, I know fair is a word meant for children."<br/><br/>He smiled, tiredly, his eyes soft and soulful. "So I will do what I can. I know I can't protect everyone, my kitten, but I will do my best to protect as many as I can. Even those who aren't 'mine,' per say. I know it will never ease or erase the stain on my soul for killing fifteen thousand beings whose only mistake was being a scapegoat, but I will try."<br/><br/>Draiss wasn't aware of it, but for the first time since perhaps his ascension, his mind and soul where whole again. It wouldn't last long, but it was just enough, for the moment, to show perhaps why Fate had picked him. He sighed, and rested his head on her shoulder, allowing himself to fully relax for a moment.