[That's it, the demigod has had enough. The shadows in the area lengthen, reaching for him like they're desperate, and there's a distant sound of church bells, and everything seems to leach color, desaturating slowly for a few seconds.]

You don't know what you don't know, newcomer. And I can't fill a cup that's already full. Your ignorance can be forgiven. Your spite toward someone who's doing everything he can to help you? We'll see.