Faust swallowed his complaints—there were a lot of ways he could break things up if they tried to corner him, a hundred chaotic threads he could pull to collapse their plans.
"But Dia is on your side, I think!" Kylie assured too quickly, her voice pitching up slightly in her eagerness to soothe him. "Most of the gods are unsure about you. In the end they want to preserve the planet."
So his strength was useful to them and at the same time dangerous for the planet.
"What about the people on it?" Faust raised an eyebrow, pinning her with a sharp, inquiring look.
Kylie paused, a flicker of uncertainty rippling across her face. Her posture went rigid. Her eyes reached backward like she was looking into her skull, the irises rolling up until only the whites remained, reflecting the cold sunlight in a grotesque, vacant stare.
This freakish gesture was probably her speaking to her patron god, her consciousness plugged directly into a divine data stream.
