I am a god. What right do you have to toy with me in such a manner? My believers have moved on. My people are scattered. My...family, such as it is, is not here. I see many curious beings loyal to those in the northwest, far beyond the desert. They wear equally curious costumes. One appears to have horns. I even see a few I recognize among the Helenes and their bastard Romans. But none of my people. Why would you bring me here, if only to reinforce my solitude, as though I have not already had an eternity to consider my existence?
I do not know what you mean when you say "memes" - what tongue is this?
I do not know what you mean when you say "memes" - what tongue is this?