"I'm very sorry."

It seems impolite to say that people trying to murder one's family is an occupational hazard of hereditary monarchy and civilized countries have laws against that sort of thing. The Quendi don't at any rate seem particularly inclined to murder without cause, and he'd be a terrible hypocrite to judge a regicide too harshly without hearing all the facts of the case. In the end, he settles on – 

"I think a great many decent people would want that kind of power if they really believed it could keep their families safe."

"I am not saying that is all I use it for, I also do plenty of unconscionable things that most people probably wouldn't, but - it is the thing that feels most immediately offputting about giving it up. Also I worry that people might decide not to pursue the war. It might even be in their interests not to, really; Melkor wouldn't bother them if they run home to their gods."

"Do you know if that's true or if Melkor would just prefer they think so?"

"I think it's probably true? Melkor would lose a direct confrontation with the other gods, and they don't care about the rest of Arda much but they do care about their little paradise. It would not surprise me if, should we lose, the world ends up lastingly divided between his part and theirs, with both too entrenched to drive out and not strong enough to challenge the other. Maybe someday he'll grow strong enough to go after Valinor too, but the Valar seem to be betting not, and I wouldn't bet against them."

"If the sphere of your gods' interest is confined to one portion of one planet – then certainly, with my world's magic, you will one day become stronger than them. It may take a very great deal of time, but I've come to suspect that Quendi don't mind that so much as humans do."

"An optimist about the eventual state of the universe. We don't get many of those around here. Generally people say that the gods' plan will prevail ultimately, whatever troubles one can give them in the interim."

"Well, I wouldn't bet against Pharasma – but there are thousands of inhabited worlds, maybe millions, and all sorts of things might happen to just one of them without getting in the way of any really grand schemes. Besides, prophecy's been broken before." 

"How did that happen?" 

"...No one's entirely sure. Proximately, one of our gods was due to return to Golarion and bring about a new golden age, when, instead, he died. How it happened or if that's what broke prophecy or if whatever killed him had to break prophecy to do it or if it's something else entirely, though, I can't say."