Silence yourself, child. I take no criticisms from one so young as yourself. My god is human, you say? So are you, so were many before you. You hold no significance. My god may be human, but he is no mere man. He's risen above such petty things as death and morality. Be careful you don't choke on your words when you eat them.
A bold move to assume such things. If a god can bleed he can be killed, yes? I've seen the blood drip from his mouth, held the sword that so cut him, and yet you continue to believe. How many of your number can say the same? How many hold their words behind bitten tongues as they wait to be free of him? Many, I would assume. They don't try to hide themselves, sir, you'd know who they were if your own fanaticism had not blinded you so.
