As my body continued to drop in temperature, my consciousness slowly fading out, I felt a very strange, yet once again familiar feeling.
The feeling of falling out of my own body.
--- Point of View: Ego, mere moments prior ---
No no no no! You fucking idiot!
I can do nothing but scream and pray that someone stops my brain-dead emissary.
If he kills himself, it's over. I'll have zero divinity left on the planet and I'll have to experience that pain all over again.
It's risky, painful, and overall a horrible experience to lose the gamble that is splitting my domain in two to contend for a planet, but the possible benefits are too good to pass up.
That, as well as the fact I can just let the others expand their influence unfettered. I'm number one for a reason, and it's because I've never been one to back off.