[ he stares at nehan with a mixture of fear, horror, and relief. that the man who he thought would've died with him is still alive, and that they're safe. a big assumption but one that he wants to believe in more than anything right now. ]
... I'm fine. I think. It doesn't feel real.
[ the burning, the peeling into nothingness, and then snapping back into his form. it's disorienting despite the warm, soothing feeling that stays in his chest. ]
Nehan. Um...
[ how does one casually approach the concept of being a god of his world? not that he let it slip, but it's. there will always be a regret. ]
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... I'm fine. I think. It doesn't feel real.
[ the burning, the peeling into nothingness, and then snapping back into his form. it's disorienting despite the warm, soothing feeling that stays in his chest. ]
Nehan. Um...
[ how does one casually approach the concept of being a god of his world? not that he let it slip, but it's. there will always be a regret. ]