You've betrayed me, Julius.
I have done no such thing.
You said you listened to me. You trusted me. I trusted you.
To what end?
I want you to bring peace. Balance.
How is this peace? This is death.
There is no death. Their souls will transcend. Their bodies will die, yes.
And what of us?
You have already transcended.
Why do you want this?
I told you. I want peace. The dharma, the balance, is to be preserved. Two worlds kept apart at all costs.
It's not worth it.
The cost is nothing! Their souls continue onward.
You've trusted me for this long, Julius.
Please, keep trusting me.
We can only go so far! At what point do we stop?
We don't stop.
If they have to die completely for dharma to be preserved, then so be it.
I refuse.
You would seriously refuse me?
I am a god.
I see the past and the future, the beginning and the end.
I know what's best for you.
How do I know?
Because I've done so this far.
Your Foundation exists because of me, Julius.
The world, as terrible as it may be, would be far worse without my guidance, had I not inspired these affairs.
I have trusted you for so long.
I felt doubt, but it was quickly snuffed.
But this is too far, Vishnu.
I would say it's the greater good.
But it's the only good.
What good comes of this?
The dharma, the order, will be preserved!
You're still thinking in such a petty manner!
All I have done, all we have done, was to preserve the dharma. To keep two worlds apart.
If one world has to die for then to remain apart, then so be it.
Trust me, do as I say, and let the world be saved.
Why do you need me?
What do you mean?
You are a god. Why can't you do this yourself?
You know why. Because you are mortal.
There are laws that even I must obey, a grand cosmic law.
But you need me.
I care for you. I wish for you to succeed.
You need me. As much as I need you.
Why?
I cannot do what is needed for you. You are like children. I assist, I help, but in the end, you must learn to do these things.
I see.
Do you accept? Will you do as I say?
No.
You don't control me.
You are a fool.
Just because you can disregard me does not mean that you should.
You said I was a child, and you were right.
But it's been years.
I've grown, I've learned.
When we first met, I was a confused young man entering a world far over my head.
And I listened to you. You gave knowledge, you showed me a world vastly more infinite than the one I could see.
But I'm not him anymore.
I'm wiser.
And I have all the cards now.
I don't understand.
Exactly.
I'm the god now.
I've amassed knowledge, artifacts, objects.
You've made me a god.
This is pride.
Then you are just as prideful as me then.
You could be anything, Vishnu.
That's what I've learned.
A memetic hazard.
A compulsive entity.
But I've learned that we see gods anywhere.
I am a god!
I have guided you, have led you!
You're not a god.
You're hardly even Vishnu.
Do you know what you are?
You're a random anomaly, with flattering words. Anything divine about you is merely the result of a young man's trust in something far more strange and powerful than he'd ever seen.
It's taken me so long to realize it.
But there's a dozen beings like you, I've seen them.
And we don't come up with containment procedures asking us to obey them.
You are wrong.
I am your god.
That's right.
You're my god.
I own you.