Jeez, you're such a buzzkill when it comes to having to actually beat some sense into your other self...

[ Exhales, sagging and slumps against a wall. ]

See, that's what I'm talkin' about. Sure, maybe your job is to guide Kamala to a proper apotheosis, but isn't what's happening here kind of going against the ideals of the god you want her to be? You're not a robot out of an Asimov book, Barbs.

Someone else besides me shoulda been doing something and now we're all cooking in this mess together. I don't give one damn about divinity — my niece is in trouble and if you can't do anything, I plan to give her a damn stern talkin' to.