"Oh, I was made to be part of something bigger and more complicated than anyone could imagine. That is, I was made to be nothing! The gods fashioned me from scraps, stuffed their mutual enemy inside me, and cast me off on the sea of Oblivion to be a jibbering, mindless, insensate thing. Well, I had half a mind to take offense to that, and that's sort of the problem, isn't it- that I had half a mind, when I was supposed to have none! Ohhhhh, they weren't happy when I started moving. And when I started talking- HAH! They didn't know what to make of my nonsense, too woefully sensible as they were and all."

Something dangerous creeps into his voice, like how thunder is an indicator that somewhere, lightning has broken loose.

"I was meant to be torture, sweet Satakal. I was meant to be a state of unthinkable agony. And for eternities I was an unwilling prison, while the Prince of Order writhed and kicked and screamed inside of me."