No, you don't.

[ His tone is amused, with that. Delighted, practically.

Even that comes out of the vocoder, and the frame turns, slightly, his hands behind his back, and he walks down the aisle, before his fingers grace one album. Something wispy, something...much more modern. Amy. ]

Where I come from, we gods give up the rest of our lives to become who we are. We have a two-year limit. I intend to surpass that, and it's been a constant for centuries.

So I, too, am used to overcoming strife.