You would not believe your eyes if ten billion oceanflies

Pyralis talked about HOW Lydia was weak. It wasn't her body, or even her spirit, but her mind. Because she wanted to be selfless, she was weak. Ashmedai occasionally felt like that too. He sometimes really enjoyed being the good guy. Other times, he didn't, or simply didn't care. "So it's about being weak in the right was for slaves, then? Different slaves with different weaknesses for different purposes?" Ashmedai let out a half-teasing exasperated sigh, "Why doesn't someone just BREED slaves and then TRAIN them for profit of some sort. Then, when they're young, you can teach them and break them in just the right way and they'll even think it's their purpose to serve and get enjoyment and motivation out of it." In his head, those things worked theoretically. "Then just kill off any of the little rebels, or train them to be slave... recruiters"

Apparently even brightly colored wolves may not be descended from the gods. They may be marked for 'hawking their souls' or something. It sounded a little complicated, but mostly made sense. Some were big dumb idiots even though they were bright, so obviously those weren't gods.

Pyralis mentioned Ash's family may have- at one time- pleased the gods, "... It is possible you are descended from one yourselves," she said. As she explained that they may have fallen from a god's grace, Ashmedai nodded. Maybe their father knew, that's why he was so amazing and prosperous. then he upset them?

"He never told us anything about gods at all period. Or his family at all. I don't even know if he had siblings. What if my ancestors were angry for him not teaching us about our-" what was it called if you descended from gods? "- heritage? Then, when he had pups with a woman clearly unworthy, that was the last straw and my father became sick for his disobedience and his family was scattered because of his betrayal for not teaching us of our lineage? It would explain the double punishment for him, anyway."