Yes. 

"How can you be an imperfect god of perfection?" 

The god of death isn't dead, you know. 

"The standard you hold me to is literally impossible for a human to meet and it's not fair! I fight and I fight and I fight and I hurt everywhere from so many scars and you never say thank you! Nobody else would be stupid enough to be your paladin."

Okay. Please hold me to a standard that is literally impossible for a god to meet, then. And I will try to meet it for you.

And I will fail and I will fail again and then I will keep trying to meet it for you. 

And neither of us will thank the other because that is not our relationship. I did not empower you for your sake, and you did not do good with those powers for mine. We are both of us mere servants of the same quiet, precious, pure inner flame. 

People who don't follow gods of perfection aren't held to this standard, you know. 

You're held to it because you swore you wanted to be held to it. In many ways the oaths other paladins swear are much more restrictive. Yours doesn't require anything except that you never stop trying. It's just that you have to never stop trying, not even once.

"So I don't ever get a break."

Because you told me that that's what you want. To pursue the good and never falter. To walk the straight and narrow path - the perfectly straight path that a sunbeam takes - for even just one step.

I..... do want that. 

I want it very badly. 

You want to save everyone. Those aren't mere words to you, you mean it. Every single person in front of you. To let even one evil pass you by, without you speaking up against it, would crush the delicate rare thing you've been safeguarding inside your heart this whole time.

You have a vision of heaven. 

I gave you burning holy light to build that world with. 

I want that very badly and I want to not need anything from you and I want to have the answers immediately and I want to be unfaltering and untiring and never take a break from trying because why would I even want a break from fighting and hope and good works and all the things I love most but.... I don't know if I can get everything I want.

I don't know if I can do that. 

If I tell you that you can, you'll believe me. 

Yes. I will. 

Okay. You can. 

You're just reflecting my beliefs and my moral compass and the things I need to hear back at me, aren't you. You are barely even here. 

Would you like me to be here? 

No. Not if you're doing those other things. 

I won't ask you to be here, if it would be wrong for you to say no to me, and also wrong for you to be less elsewhere. And then you don't have to say no.

Please keep giving me magic though. Sorry about the yelling. I think I mostly needed to get it out of my system.

...please if I'm ever dying though, I want a poem then. 

Go overthrow all evil kings everywhere. I believe in you. I've always believed in you. 

Yeah. I believe in me, too.

Want to know your score? 

How are you talking to me mid combat, this isn't the mountaintop, how - don't distract me for a second. I have to focus on the sword. 

Oh, right, yes, I'm doing this in the wrong order. You're going to want to drop flat in three, two, one - 

Thank you! Great save! Why the hell can you suddenly do that! You never talk to me outside the mountain and dreams and weird confusing omens!