Child of a Child-God,

No matter how desperately you may try to claw your way back into relevance by plopping down what amounts to enormous stuffed pigs, you and the rest of His babes are, as ever, woefully missing the point. Go ahead and eat your many 'I told you so' platitudes until your porkish belly is full of the empty nourishment they ultimately amount to, for you boldly assume we did not know what we were getting into.

We knew.

We knew, because we have watched this slow rot grow from the indulgent excess you and your kin so flagrantly bathe yourselves in. The wanton disdain for the delicate balance that keeps our world tilted on the right axis. The utter lack of discipline and restraint in keeping your own spiritual feces contained. We saw your Empire gleefully watch your fairweather friends get pummeled into the dirt and devoured. We watched the North continue to propagandize, until their cries became desperate. Even now, we are entreated with bargains from one of your Lieutenants, dangling information relevant to the good of the realm in exchange for control.

Any claim that we are equally invested in the well-being and health of this world is laughable. It was never about territory, Silver Dog, though I can understand your confusion. Yours is a world of territory and control, and even now you cannot bring yourself to perform your so-called duty without putting on a show of it.

I ask of you, and the rest - why wait so long to address this? Why wait until your hand was forced? This world is far too tolerant of the indulgences of the weak-spirited. It was allowed to grow, unchecked, and now that we are finally choking on it still you suffer through delusions of righteous indignation. It will surely be a great comfort to you when there is nothing left to do but stare down into the gate and await the end.

You owe this world far more. Should Dendara wither and die, then perhaps we all deserve to go with it.

- E.S.N.

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 7th of Niuran, in the year 503 MA.