Enki stirred from his quiet contemplation of Mild. The man was human and his adulation of the group reminded Enki of the worshipping masses that crowded festivals and marketplaces around his temples. The love of humans was a sweet, but volatile substance, as brief and variable as his children were themselves. The Kaminari person was drunk on it.

He stepped forward and gently put his hand gently but firmly on Kaminari's shoulder. "Brother, these people need your help." As he did so the life that he had shared with Kaminari, their childhood spent together, settled on him like a familiar cloak.