Thread:YingHe/@comment-34012245-20191102055037/@comment-36159587-20191207065343

(Me too, Germaine. Me too.

Pleading*)

Galaxian stared up at her for a few moments, as if her words didn't register. It seemed they had when he lowered his head, but not in defeat or submission, but more in understanding. Maybe relief, in a way, that someone else had said kind words to him.

He started saying something, then cut himself off. Finally, he started again, looking back to her again, his scarlet eye weighted, and the other dull, as if resigned.

"I--I'm a deity," he finally said, as if he'd been keeping that to himself, and he had. "I'm not like most deities, but even though I wasn't ever human, I have lost things just like other deities and humans have. There's one sort of loss mortals go through, and it's called death. I have watched as mortals have wailed for their loved ones, and deities turn away with their hearts withering, their being corrupting as they lose those they care for. I only watched.

"As for I--I...I once had those I cared for. They were either ripped from my side, or I was ripped from theirs, and it's a cycle." His tone grew more imploring. "And so...it's not just my duty as a god--a god of life, of the Cosmos, of loyalty, to turn my back on people who have lost things simply because I'm afraid...like I always am...I can't just run every time. If I'm not remembered at every end, then at least I c...can...help others get through their loss, try to make sure it doesn't ever happen again to them, so their hearts aren't pummeled like they're nothing!"