[ The question leaves a frown on her lips and a wrinkle between her brows; she thought everyone knew the purpose for these shitty events, but, then again, not everyone pays attention to every detail the gods say publicly on the network. ]

Whatever killed them is going to come back one day. Right now they're hiding, trying to get as much power as they can before it comes back to finish what it started. [ She pauses, stepping towards him, motioning at the bench, quietly asking if she can sit. ]

I think, ultimately, the goal of all the gods is the same: be powerful enough to survive.