Thread:YingHe/@comment-38036641-20190629182104/@comment-36159587-20190629233139

 Galaxian was about to leave the thread, and probably make the narrator scream his frustrations after him, but he paused, an instinct telling him someone was looking at him from behind.

 For a moment, he pondered whether he should turn back or not. After all, it was rude to not acknowledge someone's presence after they had yours. But, he didn't see much the point of doing so. If it was a mortal, then they would probably fear him.

 He'd been called strange ever since he could remember, with his distinctive appearance. After all, different colored pupils that were glowing was admittingly bothersome, and now, to add on to that, his left eye was lacking completely in pupil and light. At first he thought it would be gone in a week, but he'd forgotten he tended to push away pain with pain, which tended to be training with Cosmos Manipulation.

 He hadn't thought everything would turn out to be this way. He had thought his life would be happy. Nope--it was just another quest to look for something that would fulfill it.

 For another moment, he just stared at the trees beyond this point. They didn't look alive at all. They looked dead. He knew they were thriving--after all, he had walked through them a minute ago--but they looked colorless. His left eye could only see black and white, and from the start, his eyes couldn't see that many colors, anyways.

 Things weren't alive because they were colorful, he knew. But, at times like these, as he looked at the graying leaves, nothing looked alive. Not even when he looked at his own reflection. Just a shell of life.

 Strange how just knowing someone was there was making him think so much about it...

 His eyes flickered slightly. No, there was only one being in the universe, so far, who made him think so much about everyone and everything, good and bad.

 Even in one of his oldest forms, which was only intended for him to look different, perhaps. He could never be like an adult, who could solve his own problems and try to figure out what was going on.

 He'd been trying to do that for a bit now.

 He turned around slowly, from the right, to regard the being who had seemed familiar somehow, until he stopped, halfway, recognizing the black hair and features that had been alike to his own, and the similar pain that they were still yet hiding from each other.

 They were together. At least for now. But, they still hid their truths from each other--and lied, to each other.

 The deity wondered if that would ever change.

 He looked back at the other with his one scarlet eye.