Does it matter what I think? The whole of reality itself has deemed me essential, moreso than your farmers and hounds.

[ he draws himself up ( because he knows why, why he would turn on his own brother and it was solely because his brother turned on him first, threatened his child and laid hands upon HIM — ), and burns with feverish wrath and pride.

and a momentary, glimmering spark of pain. ]

I was given perspective far greater than any short-lived creature and irrevocably woven into the tapestry of existence, but not their freedom of will — so, when you think of how the scales of divinity and mortality are weighed, always remember that. They are truly free. I have rules to follow. There is no answer to a question of "worthiness" that will leave you content or satisfied, when I am exempt from such a mortal fallacy.