( Fighting the humans' fight is not the worst thing humans have done to food souls, but that's a conversation for a lot of alcohol, honestly. )

They can't hurt those creatures themselves. Besides, without that purpose, I wouldn't be able to exist and protect others.

( Steak's always been fortunate, in a way. His Master Attendant was an excellent man, if not a fool when it came to the woman he loved, and while he has known many a human who were not nearly that good a person, their existences haven't remained entwined with his own. They never coloured his thoughts on his purpose as a defender and protector of humans. )

The God of Beginnings was upset at the results of an ancient war, apparently. They were created from that energy.

( He shrugs. That's what the lore says, anyway. How much he believes it? Ehhhh. )