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The obsucrity of his own origins was not something that he liked to think about, but at least it would distract from his being impartial keeping his ego intact. "I have no idea when I came into being, I just remember nothing one moment and then being the next moment...just being, Cassius was there as well as the other stability challenged nitwits, worse still I couldn't get away from them! They were around me, inside me next to me, there was no quantity of space, no 5 inches apart, no mile away!" Quagmire rested his head in one hand, as if he were nursing a big headache, then continued to speak "There were other...things too, that void wasn't like the proper voids we know today because there was no space...You'd get blotches and blobs and things of no color and every color, and they would pop in and out of existence. It might have been a second or a trillion years, but I remember seeing one dot and then another, that's when I had my greatest epiphany, the one life changing thought that gave me purpose! 1 and 1 makes 2!" He had raised his head up in almost a manic expression of joy, thinking back on the first equation he'd ever made. It's then when he realized Danse had began speaking to him, he always talked in what seemed like halved thought-out poems, that abstract and imprecise speech irritated him so much. " "What we have is a hobby that's grown sickly and deficient. As Death, I am just in my decree to end human suffering," he says in a soft tone, bearing an undertone of sympathy. But as the memories of every soul Death has touched, a bitterness hardens in his throat. "Without me" he shouts, "Without ME you punish your defective brats!" Quagmire sighed "I admit I've ran some basic simulations, a third universe without you would fail, I admit it! Are you happy now? But while we are being honest each other why won't you admit that you LOVE LIFE!? Instead of complaining and feeling sorry for yourself? If anything else you'd be bored out of your mind death, with nothing to snuff out." "But enough of this," Quagmire waved his hand in the air as if the conversation was smokey and need clearing. "We're derailing from the subject," he announced, conveniently forgetting who had derailed the subject to begin with. "We're here to talk about humanity now, I've composed a scientific research paper on all the variables in the human race that causes them to do go astray, complete with statistical facts starting from 10,000 years ago to present day, to back up my claims. I've printed out copies for you to read. Should I get them now?
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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."
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However as Maisie opens her mouth to berate them, Danse was struck with rage. He opened his mouth to spit venom but Cassius had taken the challenge and with vigor. One had to be impressed that despite the imprisonment and emaciation, the goddess had not lost her bite. He stood up, bringing himself to his full height as Cassius devolved into sputtering hysterics. He leaned over towards Maisie, casting a long shadow over the crying goddess. With a twisted smile, he spoke, āYou may find it effortless to be in these meat sacks, little magpie, but not everyone here can contain their magnanimous power into a form so weak and small,ā He reached out to lift her chin so that she could not hide from him. āI hardly think you a god at all, more a manifestation of a humanās suffering; a coping mechanism. Try to be a little considerate then, shall you, for gods that knew a time of great silence,ā
He turned away from Maisie, leaving her to her tears. He looked to Quagmire, appreciating, for once, his point of view. āYouāre lucky you reacted so well to your own origin, if we can even call it thatā¦ But for some, it was traumatic. And for a few, the creation of the universe continues to aggravate that trauma. I know you canāt understand that; the emotional implications of life but donāt discount its place,ā Danse surprised himself with his own sense of calm but Quagmireās exposition had stirred something deep within. It took him a moment to name it but once he did, he saw it as guilt. He could still remember the blotches, the unformed space, and the suffocation. The relentless stirring of some unnamed thing, he couldnāt stand it and so he didnāt; he fought against it; sought to end it. And somehow he did; took something into nothing but as he did, it felt like an explosion, a growing awareness of more things. The more he ended, the more began. Even now, he wondered if he was not accidently responsible for creation. When humans spoke of the Big Bang, he felt an eternal pang of guilt.