Thread:DragonNinja01/@comment-38036641-20190522041146/@comment-36159587-20190530220518

 Galaxian smiled at the kitten's look of anticipation. "I've heard a lot of people talk about their past, but I've never told anyone about mine. But I guess it's because...I don't have one. One that I can remember, anyways."

 "One of my first memories was...seeing Kenshin. He looked lonely, empty in a sort of way--maybe from not knowing his own past?--kind of mirroring me, I suppose. So I thought that he was trustable, no matter what he did or does. At the very least, maybe he would understand me?"

 "But before I could tell him anything, he left, and I was alone again, waiting for him. Waiting for what? Hoping that when he came back I could finally tell him everything I've been hiding?" The god scoffed. "Maybe I thought that when he came back, I would have someone to rely on?"

 "But when he came back, I wasn't here anymore. I was...trying to prove my worth, maybe. Oh, and by the way, I don't have any worth, not even to myself." A hint of a sneer, still at himself, entered his voice. "He found his own family, and others to care for. I'm happy for him, but I still got left behind." Galaxian brought his knees up, resting his head on them. "Maybe that's my fate."