Oh I am not absolving them of any blame, everyone is at fault here. With familiarity comes complacency, I suppose, seeing me as a friend at their side rather than a priceless-looking gem.

[ Or so she assumes. Useless idiots. Okay, everyone but this poor man and his poor knees. He has done nothing wrong. Sorry not sorry she's made of solid magic glass. At his next question, she chuckles faintly. ]

To condense an incredibly long story, it was a tool, instrumental to the sacred Rites that governed my world, and I an eternal tutor to these proceedings... Here, I am but a spirit trapped within a shiny bauble.