"I do not create, really. So no I wouldn't classify myself as a god. Rather, I am more of a...maintainer, of things that are to happen." He explained. "That is as simple as I can put it." "Hold on, you've waited months to tell us this shit. Why, exactly?" Alex asked Fate. "It wasn't time to tell you. Plus, you seemed to be enjoying yourselves in your private paradises, I didn't wish to throw more onto your plates." "What? Private paradises? I was just put into a room! With cat posters and inspirational quotes!" Falk declared. "What? How is that not paradise?" Anne asked her father. He chuckled in response. Fate however maintained its attention on Zane. "So, now that you know Zane. You know also, that I am the source of your power. As the grandmaster told you when you were just a boy."