He asks it with everyone. He asked it with Michael, too. He's not sure why he feels he needs to ask permission; perhaps he doesn't think anyone would want to hear his stories. They're mostly sad anyway.
"I've got to start at the beginning, though. It won't make much sense otherwise." He rolls over a little so that he's looking up at her, but still resting comfortably on her lap. If he closes his eyes (which he does, for a moment), he thinks it feels almost exactly like it did back then...
How to start?
"A really long time ago, long before I was even born, the Gods were trying to figure out what to do with my world, Gratia. I guess they couldn't be bothered to watch it themselves, so they gave nine mortal humans a lot of power, nearly turning them into Gods themselves. They were each given an aspect of humanity to look over and were told to keep the peace and all that. They ruled kingdoms in the name of their Gods, which is why everyone called them the Nine Kings."
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"I've got to start at the beginning, though. It won't make much sense otherwise." He rolls over a little so that he's looking up at her, but still resting comfortably on her lap. If he closes his eyes (which he does, for a moment), he thinks it feels almost exactly like it did back then...
How to start?
"A really long time ago, long before I was even born, the Gods were trying to figure out what to do with my world, Gratia. I guess they couldn't be bothered to watch it themselves, so they gave nine mortal humans a lot of power, nearly turning them into Gods themselves. They were each given an aspect of humanity to look over and were told to keep the peace and all that. They ruled kingdoms in the name of their Gods, which is why everyone called them the Nine Kings."