You could call them that. My world doesn't have gods, but they were close enough. Powerful enough. [A sidelong look at him.] Like the faction leaders.

[Let him make of that what he will, but her history--and the choices she made in it--are plenty obvious by now. Between choosing to destroy the fal'Cie back home and her barely repressed rebellious words, her path is clear. The only question left is when she chooses to walk it.

And if she'll be walking it alone. Judging by his words, that's becoming less and less of a thing already.]

They all needed a few punches. Pretty sure it's the same here.