But perhaps that was just the way of power: no such thing as too much. - N. K. Jemisin

There was no point in making myself suffer unnecessarily. As a mortal, there would be pain enough in my life, whether I sought it out or not.

“I keep hoping you’ll tell me. You’re the god, after all. If I prayed to you for guidance, and you decided to answer, what would you tell me?”
“I wouldn’t answer.”
“Because you don’t care? Or because you wouldn’t know what to say?”
More silence.

This was what I’d asked her to give me. I had no right to complain just because it wasn’t what I wanted to hear.