deermouth:

If they’d asked me to, I could have killed this town beautifully. And I’d have borne witness to the horror, and I’d have rejoiced in it - and it would have been considerably less vile and ugly than this.
The ones back home, the ones who are listening in, I don’t think they know what they’ve done here. 
The line of connection between the victim and the victimiser, the sacrifice and the god - it’s long, and tangled, and indistinct.
A god should not be able to avert her eyes.
What a terrible thing it must be, to be monstrous and not even know it.
And even if all of this is lies, even if I am just as bad and just as careless as the people back home who did this to Sutler’s Weald…
…well, then, let me hate them, pure and simply, for being just as bad as me, because people -
-people should be kinder than the gods that eat them.

People should be kinder than the gods that eat them.