The goddess chuckled softly, a contralto sound which seemed to sigh away on a black breeze. She swirled the remaining third of her glass thoughtfully, gazing without seeing off into the ether.

"No matter their accomplishments, they remain ever children, and thus squalid in their irrationality. Which," she added with a smirk, "works quite well for me, as all deep within fear the dark watches of the night."