6.10

I'm filtered through so many layers, now. I miss the days when it was possible and necessary to face my gods and fight my heroes every day and each moment. I had no role models, they all dying at the first faint blush of morality, I killing these demipotent magnates with calculated ease. But my current self is too refined for such measures. Now, I rethink myself entirely too often for my false gods to fall. Now, I'm focused internally more often than when I once flexed mind and destroyed the images of my heroes.
What has become of my safety, my self-protected existence?