Thread:HawkDragon1763/@comment-33896974-20200130074858/@comment-36159587-20200211012420

Must be awkward, with Galaxian's sword still pointing towards Ishmael and Daxtrus.

"No! I'm not!" came the uncalled-for outburst. "I never wanted this! I never wanted to have to decree the fate of...even someone like him...someone who derives happiness from the suffering of so many others..." The deity lowered his head slightly, gritting his teeth. His fist was completely white by now. He probably would've broken his own bones if he had them.

"...don't you agree, Ishmael?" he said finally. It was less of a true question than a validation of himself and his beliefs that sometimes, someone was too far gone for death to continue foregoing their existence.