Although... I have not arrived in my destined form. Instead, there is this transient mortal shell. So weak... so powerless. The frailty of its existence... it must know how quickly it decays.
To all of the living and dying, I wish to speak with you. Tell me what you have learned in all the seasons that have passed.
[OOC: Ryoji's come across some Celsia. So... now he believes that he's a human incarnation of a goddess. No, not a god. A goddess. Of Death. Have fun with that.]