Claudius closes his eyes, letting Dionysus's kindness warm and wash over him. "I believe you can help," he says at last. "As can be expected, perhaps ... my ambitions go beyond protection from one of Luo Binghe's powers. I'll be safe from those which come from his demonic heritage, but he could kill me as easily with a sword. Shen Yuan, an immortal cultivator who should have been safe, was killed with a gun. Many here come from worlds where disputes are resolved by force, and many more will come, I'm sure. I don't want anyone to fear for their life, as I once did, for having said the wrong thing to the wrong person on the wrong day. I want to remove the threat of death entirely, by giving the possibility of resurrection. The plant which restored Shen Yuan to life can make more. But we'll need more gardens. And," he says, meeting Dionysus's eyes with his own, "we'll need good gardeners."