[the upset isn't gone, but Geir has put it somewhere else to look at later, down where the vast gnawing hunger and clawing emptiness live. it's very easy and natural, like righting a gyroscope. he wonders if he does that less consciously more often than he realizes. is that part of being a god, or part of being what he is specifically? it's an interesting thought that can also go into the pit for now. introspection can wait.]

So you destroyed-- the wrong things? To win your game like you were supposed to? It sounds like you were still playing to win...

[rather than to destroy the game.]

And then people died. [no matter how casual and pragmatic the conversation, that part is still a bummer.]