[ yeah, that all tracks. of course, right? gods. big reason why therion's not a soldier... except, here he is. ]

So. Cannon fodder, essentially. Survival of the fittest. [ this is? a joke. it's scathing in the way sarcasm has to be, with a slight roll of the eyes. the real question falls to the same one he started with: why in the world is therion here, of all people. sure, he's transient. sure, he's... unattached. maybe it's just because he's hard to kill - a cockroach, in essence, scuttling around the underbelly of the clifflands, the riverlands, still alive to tell the tale. ] I think I get the picture.

[ figures. he shakes his head at the whole god of a new world bit, too, clicking his tongue. he and nebula are in agreement in that regard... ]

...People actually get drawn in by that bullshit? [ Being A God ] That's just asking to get martyred.