“She slowly leaned forward. "How long, before my simple rules to a proper life become a call to war? To the slaughter of unbelievers? How long, Emral Lanear, before you begin killing in my name?"
"Then what do you want of us?" Lanear demanded.
"You could have stopped thinking like children who need to be told what's right and what's wrong. You damn well know what's right and what's wrong. It's pretty simple really. It's all about harm. It's all about hurting, and not just physical either. You want a statement for your faith in me? You wish me to offer you the words you claim to need, the rules by which you are to live your lives? Very well, but I should warn you, every deity worthy of worship will offer you the same prescription. Here it is, then. Don't hurt other people. In fact, don't hurt anything capable of suffering. Don't hurt the world you live in, either, or its myriad creatures. If gods and goddesses are to have any purpose at all, let us be the ones you must face for the crimes of your life. Let us be the answer to every unfeeling, callous, cruel act you committed, every hateful word you uttered, and every spiteful wound you delivered."
"At last!" cried Emral Lanear
"You didn't need me for that rule.”