"T-Thoren…God Emperor, why does it have to be this way?" Varian suppressed the rising rage and asked in a muffled voice.
"It can only be this way." God Emperor smiled. "Everything is as it should be."
Varian was sure he couldn't change the mind of his student who lived billions of years with that conviction.
But he couldn't help trying.
"The Architect is our enemy. Once he is dead, you can try something else. You can create a new race like Asherah did and see if your vision is worth pursuing."
God Emperor narrowed his eyes before letting out a soft laugh. Shaking his head, he said. "It's not just the race, it's the world too. A perfect world needs a total change. That little girl of Genesis has no chance of reaching such perfection."
It was becoming clearer that this ideal of a perfect world—one with peace, justice and harmony—was so deeply instilled that it couldn't be reasoned against.
