"I am aware of what I accomplished, in my previous form, and have realized the folly of such. Adopting a body that has not descended to the... bestial state has changed my views, as well as the views of those who are slowly ascending, once more. They, too, are less beast-like. I... do not know where our path went wrong, but you have given us the opportunity to set things right, once again. Although I suspect it may be centuries, before our sisters will allow us to reunite with them. As for why they might hate us... reflecting back, I can see why it is obvious, though I could not, or perhaps simply refused to, see it before. As my sister spurned my advances, so too did her daughters spurn my sons, and, in doing so, drove us to anger and hatred. We retaliated; only a few, at first, with intent to continue our species, despite us being naturally immortal, but as time passed... we grew more and more bestial, as we grew stronger, and our hatred burned... and, likely, so did theirs, for our fearsome forms, and our burning hatred of their rejections." He hangs his head. "I know, to an outsider like yourself, this must seem perfectly obvious, but it is the way things are, and always have been, ever since we were first raised to our divinity. I can remember naught else, but the anger, and the need to lay claim to my sister, whatever her form."