[Perhaps Liem is better suited than most to understand Quetzalcoatl’s lament about not being all powerful, given his role as a priest in a world that also had many different gods. Certainly the gods were said to have achieved impossible wonders in the age before sapient beings inhabited Golarion, but in all Avistan’s recorded history, it was rare for the gods to act directly upon the world. There are limits to what even the gods can get away with, he knows. So they touch the world in innumerable small ways, in the hope that those small touches will be enough to work their will.

But of course, he cannot truly relate, no matter how much he might sympathize. The power and understanding of the divine will always ultimately be beyond him.]

I’d thought the powerlessness of being here might be difficult for you and Set, but I suppose that feeling is not unfamiliar to you.

[The feeling of not having all the answers, of being unable to save everyone you might wish to, of being a pawn in some grander game. Since meeting Kenos’s own resident divinities, he’s been surprised to learn that even gods can suffer these things.]

That is, I think, the sort of thing those committed to Zenith would struggle to understand. How you could have that knowledge of your people’s fate, and still fight to save the world just as it is.