Dearest, you needn't explain yourself to me. There are certain things one can only achieve with power. And what power is greater than that of a god?

[There is so much laden in those words. Centuries of hurt, anger, resentment at being so powerless, and the undeniable lust for power of his own, to become greater than the thing that hurt him. He smiles, rubbing his thumbs across Gale's temples, trying a little to bring him back to that relaxed, pliable state he was in before.]

Just think of what we can become. You, a god, and myself, a master of the undead the likes of which this world has never seen.