"I think we're being given tasks that force us to be our opposites...in the hopes to teach us to be rounded gods, able to make difficult decisions. Able to do what we might detest doing if it means keeping the world safe." She looked up at him again. "There's no guarantee all of us will survive or succeed. So...in that sense, if we are all one-note gods, then we'll be shoddy fucking pantheon in the end.

"We all need to be able to do what's necessary, for better or worse."

But the pain was still there. And perhaps it wouldn't make much sense, if the idea of being rounded seemed simple enough. At the core, though, was what Neria feared most: becoming monstrous, as she had always known she was capable. Further still, was the realization - "I fear what we will become, and how these trials will cut deep down into the core of us. And I worry we will come back so changed that we won't recognize each other any longer."