It's all her fault. It was always her fault, the greedy one, the real parasite... I hate that I'm not "canon" in this world's depiction of my family. I hate seeing my dear, beloved brother, so strong and worthy, having to deal with her alone. I remember her death quite fondly, the collapse of her vanity project without her... We may have "joined the good guys" in other people's eyes in my timeline, but it was never like that. There were no good guys on Pandora, the Vaults made sure of that. And having seen what Lilith did to Jack, well... I can't call her anything but a villain. Besides, we never became "good", even by her standards. It was always selfish, Tyreen crossed the wrong group and I wasn't going to let her drag my brother down with her. Strength is not made with puppets, after all. They may work to subjugate small bandit clans, but when you cross anything more organized...
Anyway, what did it matter to us how we got our fun? Hunting bandits was just as fun as being the lesser god and invisible ghost of a cult. And Troy was magnificent on the battlefield. Oh, how I miss hunting with my brother. He got much better at making videos, and people rather enjoyed the carnage. There was an art to keeping me out of his videos, and he was a master of that art. And perhaps he kept his most loyal and devoted supplicant. After all, what was godhood on Pandora if not strength?
