( marc's focus drops away from the feed, expression thoughtful and contemplative despite the displeasure creeping in at the edges. ) They're not mutually exclusive. ( grumbled, more than a conversation point or correction sent the doctor's way.

a beat of silence, and he looks back up at the video before continuing, his gaze seeking out the doctor's. ) I've met my fair share of people who've wanted to make me— ( a raised hand, finger quotes bookending the next word whilst marc's displeasure becomes all the more tangible, mouth twisting a little as he enunciates. ) 'better', and believe you me when I say we had very different definitions of the word.

( he doesn't miss the change in the doctor's expression when marc reveals he doesn't have powers, no special abilities. marc closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose at the 'union' remark, a faint, muttered 'fu— god' slipping past his lips. half a dozen responses sit at the back of his mouth, almost all with the risk of revealing a little more than he'd like, whilst the rest are just—

—irritable. )

I don't know what of your experiences with gods has led you to think there's anything of magnanimity in what they do.