No god may undo what another has done. Mosaic gazes upon the mountain, the colossus named Desire with the eyes of a divinity, and the words form in her mind unbidden. She understands now, seeing it. Why Zeus does nothing. Why Hera does nothing. The shadow of the Dream of Ceron looms over her, it slavers and drools and soaks her beautiful suit as she tumbles down toward an abyss she cannot see out of, and every part of it is whole. Complete. There are no loose threads to be pulled that might unravel it, no lines that could be cut that would slay it. This is not the mountain that she promised to steal. That feat is beyond her, moreso than ever.

But.

She falls. She feels the scrabbling of claws against her shoulder and she tightens her grip. She feels the pull of gravity and the kiss of the wind and she suffers their touch with grace and beauty. Sharp and ugly voices bite into her like the fangs of some apocalyptic beast, and they sap her strength. She endures it all without flinching. She listens. She watches. She tightens her grip on her sword.

But.

"Strong?! What good is strength? What's that even mean?!"

The words are a shield around her arm. She swings it as one might a hammer, battering aside words and whispers, stings and barbs. She slams it against Taurus face as they fall, again and again and again as 'bored' echoes across the land and drifts past the clouds to sigh among the stars.

"You are nothing. A beggar. An idiot pushing a stone around in a circle because you can't figure out what to do with it! What do you do? What do you [i]make[/i] happen? Movement in no direction is the same thing as sitting still, moron!"

Mosaic's sword arm is strong. She crashes down onto something hard and firm, but the shock of the impact doesn't wrench the blade from her hands. She holds it steady, even manages to twist it just enough to open a notch in Taurus' heart. Not a large one, but space enough for a girl who might be called something else to answer back.

"You can't change the world just by being strong. Look at you. Look around. What have you done? Why does everyone look down on you? Because you dug a hole, and now they're all above you. Stop this. Say something new. I'm [i]bored.[/i]"