Celestial. My dad wasn't even originally even remotely humanoid, he just made himself an avatar to interact with everyone else. He was a planet, otherwise. So you can see how piddly everyone seems to a planet.

[He had managed to convince himself that being a Celestial was better, but there was something disconcerting about it that's never left him, after all these years.]

So he could look like humans, but he never quite got their perspective. Mortals were nothing to him, he was disappointed by life. He lived for millions of years, regular people's lives were like...flies to him.

I might've been raised human. But ordinary people's versions of right from wrong doesn't apply to Celestials. Dealing with literal eternity.