The guardian shook his head. [color=#e52b50]"Me, me, me. You act like you understand what I am better than myself."[/color] He brushed his arm over the nub on his left shoulder and blew air sharply from his nose. [color=#e52b50]"This one is a disgraceful mess..."[/color] He muttered, indicating his missing appendage, as if the situation at hand was only of meager importance. [color=#e52b50]"Man, would-be god, murdered god, martyr, hero. Creator? Maybe. Would it even matter to you? Your belittling will happen all the same. You are a condescending alien after all."[/color]

	Oz flexed his arm out. Dust that had settled throughout the room rushed to his outstretched grip and melded into a black, woven cloak. He flipped it over his shoulder and it wrapped itself back around his midsection, leaving his functional arm bare while covering the mar on his left side. [color=#e52b50]"The way you address me I would presume you think me the same individual of a few minutes ago."[/color] He stood straight and stepped back with his right foot, allowing his left shoulder to point at Zelriane. [color=#e52b50]"Let me correct you. I am not a dead god. I am not a human. I am Zios."[/color] An aura of silver energy fulminated around him. [color=#e52b50]"Our world is sick. I plan to heal it and you are part of the disease."[/color]