[He would like to give a proper reply, to dismantle that world view piece by piece. But what would be the point of doing that, when that world view was, and in many respects still is, Gorthan's own? This is what happens when you're only half redeemed, on the edge between sanity and insanity, between harmony and chaos. As long as he can sow the seeds of doubt into other minds than his own, he figures he will be fine in the end.
He laughs, a loud, hearty sound, if devoid of joy.]
Meaning that the countless artists of Earth are all wrong?
[Action.]
He laughs, a loud, hearty sound, if devoid of joy.]
Meaning that the countless artists of Earth are all wrong?