He bowed his head as he lit the candles. There was a particular order to it, one he had been instructed on since birth. Even when tired, he could not make a mistake. Even when tired, it was impossible for him to do so, it was the only way.
“Why?” asked his sister, who couldn’t hold anything in her head, hadn’t been able to for ten years.
“We must do our job consistently, for we have chained Time here,” he told her.
“Because if released, Time would slay the Gods.” He continued before she could ask. “Time slays everything, eventually. You and me as well. Mother and Father.”
“Time is imprisoned for crime then?”
That was the simple explanation. He smiled as she lit the last candle. “Yes. Yes, that’s it.”