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Margaret "Maisie" felt increasingly uncomfortable. She hadn't quite realized what her years of isolation from the others had done, but it was quite clear now that she had neglected these vital relationships for entirely too long. She was terrified of Cassius, but it was more than that. She was on poor terms with Infinitous and Death, and every other god or goddess she could think of. If everyone were to show up, she would still have only one person in the room with whom she had an uncomplicated relationship. Nymph. It would seem that her presence was going to be completely inneffective, despite how noble she had seemed to herself at the time she had arrived.

Given this revelation, it was with the firm voice of one with nothing to loose or gain that she spoke next, "I think you're all being idiots. I've got little patience for anyone who thinks so little of their own creations that they're willing to call a do-over, as if this were a game of freeze-tag," she shot a look in Quagmire's direction, "Death's just going to sulk and cry for the next hour and a half, and really, Cassius, what has this been for you but a temper tantrum several thousand millenia long? You have no sense of what you'll do if you get your way, no end game. You're like a two-year-old." Her eyes were cruel."