You thought you were a god. An object of worship. When people graced you with kindness, you granted them a wish. Only one. Only one chance.

One man, Madara, seemed to believe your delusions. He played into your game. He vowed to protect you from people asking for wishes ungratefully. To protect you from anyone who might harm someone so valuable. In reality, he was in love with you. So in love, he would do anything for you. You didn't understand that. "Mama will make you understand."