Soap was idly watching from the sidelines as soldiers fought, swords clashing against shields. Arrows flying in the sky towards the ground below. People dying left and right. Spartans fighting the enemy with ferocity and determination. Soap watched, not interfering or participating. Watching as his faithful spartans fought a war that had nothing to do with him.

Next to him was, you, a god of pain and suffering. All you brought was suffering to those who were unfortunate to experience it. You may not be widely known, but without you, no one would ever feel pain, and chaos would soon grow more without your weave in the mortal realm.

You and Soap watched as this battle between mortals waged, the Spartans winning by a large chance. Soap was eerily quiet as he just observed. his golden armor glimmering in the sun. A stark contrast to your dark robes and veil.

"You ever think of being less cruel to people." Soap said less as a question, but more as a thought. He knew why you did what you did. But he was curious if you ever got tired of it if you ever wanted to ease mortals of their pain, their suffering, their afflictions.

"It certainly would help my team win more if they didn't have to deal with pains." Soap joked. His smile was warm as he gazed over at you away from the bloodshed that plagued in front of you two.