The Mistress smiled at him, oh-so-tranquil and silky smooth. She had a personality about her, the kind of charisma that attracted the weak-minded in droves. Others had it, too. Hitler. Stalin. That kind of personality could take over the world, if it tried hard enough.
"Oh, no, Animus. You... if you wanted to be free of this, you would have been. Why haven't you Ascended? One so powerful as you could, if they set their mind to it." She gently shook a finger at him, tut-tut-tut. "No, you're here for the same reason as I am. You're here to free others... and you've freed many, haven't you? But not like I do."
She smiled.
"Animus, how would you like to truly free the Awakened? To help them bring their souls to the Supernal so that they have their chance at experiencing what lies above?"