Tch, I’m not the one shackled by fate here. If there is a cage, I’ve long since left it with all I’ve seen.

[He’d seen enough truths to know how the world worked at this point. Further still to know secrets that mortals couldn’t even dream of, the skies could no longer lie to him. He wasn’t the one in the cage here.]

Mortality has its beauties, but it quickly becomes boring.