[ ah, tentacles.

by now he's gotten a little more used to it, though he does have to fight down the urge to shiver a little or flinch. the slime is still a bit unpleasant, but this is mizuki and he accepts mizuki more. he leans in still closer to mizuki's side, a quiet half-sigh, half-laugh. ] Ehe...

I didn't mean to say that to ask for help. But, I really appreciate the thought. [ a light squeeze to mizuki's hand, his smile a little more genuine. ] I love all of your songs. They really do help more than you could imagine, more than I could possibly say.

I just...

I think I just wanted to... try to let you know what it's like, a little. [ if it were even possible for a mortal to imagine what godhood was like. but he was unique in trying to nearly abandon it. ] The responsibility. The prayers and faith and worship and voices. That people placed their hopes in me even when I was never there. You said once that you had wandered the world and tried to... 'better' people. For me, for every single person in my country or the world... I wished the best for them, I wished for happiness and fulfillment in their lives. I might cast minor miracles and blessings even when I never appeared in person. When I was a new god in moments of naivete I wanted to take away all pain and struggle even though I knew it was impossible. Later, I would believe in people more than whether or not they believed in me.

If you could try to understand, even a little... that would help.