The notion that we're all equal in the eyes of the Seven doesn't sit well with some, so they belittle me
The poor disgust us because they are us, shorn of our illusions. They show us what we'd look like without our fine clothes. How'd we smell without perfume
The Warrior punishes those who believe themselves beyond the reach of justice. But the Mother shows her mercy to those who kneel before her
I fear a great deal. The Father, the Mother, the Warrior