The god sat on a hill outside of the city, which was on fire as a direct result of the god passing through. The hill wasn't on fire yet. They sent me up to talk to him.
"So," I said casually, "handing out some justice, huh?"
He looked at me. It hurt.
"Lot of... sinners down there?" I managed.
"You are fragments of nothing, wrapped in emptiness, spinning very fast," the god said. "What you do with yourselves is not my concern."
"Well," I said, feeling blood trickle from my ears, "it's kind of a big deal to some of us."
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