The Envy of the Gods

I'll tell you a secret.

Something they don't teach you in your temple.

The Gods... they envy us.

They envy us because we're mortal,

because any moment might be our last.

Everything is more beautiful

because we are doomed.

You will never be lovelier than you are now.

We will never be here again.

...

But I don't think they envy me.

They fear me.

Because I am mortal, yes, but I am also just as unbreakable as they are.

The Gods do not envy those who suffer in silence.

They fear those who rise despite it.

And I will rise in fire and steel.

For chaos is a ladder, and I will climb it.

The world will bend, not break, to my will.