Well and good. Perhaps the goddess intends to put in her appearance, or not, but I have work. I did not come to be part of whatever exciting theological dumbshow is in the offing. I have spoken the words and given of my body. I have paid with a token and proved my heart. I have crossed the rivers and opened the gates of Phlegethon: five tithes paid and five doors unlocked. By a sacrifice accepted, a name given, a secret spoken; by the breath of Cerberus and the hard choice I made: I have paid for a life. I am here for my son.