[It does make it easier to deny someone's wishes when you want nothing to do with them. Kravitz is stuck with the unfortunate opposite reality; the ghost that was conjured for him was the being he trusted most, the most prominent figure of authority he's ever had. How do you deny a goddess? Can you truly?]

I can say with confidence that I knew my world, at least. I just... all of this is outside of my wheelhouse, to an extent. And while I am not all-knowing, I don't want to know nothing. Preparation is key, and these situations we are being thrust towards often leave no time to make such accommodations. We are wracked with the whims of the universe, and for what? I... truly, I can't say.

[He's drumming his free hand on the bartop, scratching idly at the wood.]

Suffering can be just, but I find myself wondering what purpose this could be serving at all.