He winces in sympathy. Gods have been his enemies for the better part of the past eight years, but they were seldom gods in the genuinely powerful, unkillable sense, unless one counted the Ancients themselves.

Like what he is now.

"An unsolvable problem," he says, soft and grim. Because this one, frankly, isn't solvable - he can't even see a clear solution from where he's standing, and he happens to be what is essentially a metaphysical construct of ill-proportioned magnitude.