[ Her relationship with humans is...complex to say the least. She knows that without them and without the diverse backgrounds that they come from, art would be one note. Art was meant to be shared, experienced and to inspire. When they said the more the merrier, they meant it.

But on the other hand, there were just so many lives to keep track of. And their lives were so bright and fleeting that they couldn't be faulted for recalling that a mortal they were tender towards was there one day and gone the next.

That didn't mean she didn't care though. At her worst that could easily be the case. But she didn't want to become careless or care less about others just because she had these powers. ]

No you're right. I guess I'm just used to giving up. Trying was really scary. Failing was even scarier. Maybe it's an old habit from...before. [ Before they were gods. When they were just mortals. She pauses, chewing on the inside of her cheek. ] Has something like that ever happened to you? Where you made a mistake like that?