"You mean right after a goddess had taken over my body with the intent to harm those I love? I am tired of being the plaything of gods." She sighs. "But I didn't come here unwilling to give you a chance, if I had been, I wouldn't have accepted your offer."

Hope. That was the word for it. Even after everything, she still wanted to believe that someone greater cared. And of course she also hoped that she would find those loved ones again.

"As for your Reverend, his reactions were amusing so I pushed him. Was that unfair? Yes, but I got caught up in the moment. I may be immortal and divine, but I am not as old or wise as you."

As far as angels go, she is still so young. Maybe, given enough time, she would have become more like Mortanne, but that opportunity has long since passed.