1sᴛ sᴇʀᴀᴘʜɪᴍ [ unintentional video ]

[martelapproves]

[ Hey, guess who's on the video this time? A certain blonde angel - or someone whom others don't know who is an angel, sitting on his bed, while a self-levitating, strange-looking, purple sword slowly rotates in place, the point of the sword pointing downwards. Mithos glares at it, as if having a silent conversation with it. ]

You really can't take us home, can you?

[ Mithos accuses, while the sword makes no response. Why is he talking to it? Does it even talk back? Who knows. ]

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[Video]

[closedcircuit]

Of course not the coral. I mean God.

[ The real one. ]

[Video]

[martelapproves]

What God?

[ Yeah, he has no idea who that is. Because the only deity in his world is a fraud that he created himself. ]

[Video]

[closedcircuit]

[ The God one. ]

Our Father, who art in heaven.

[ Then, begrudgingly... ]

Perhaps He hasn't revealed Himself to you in your world yet.

[Video]

[martelapproves]

[ Mithos thinks. He supposes it's possible, but he highly doubts it. ]

[Video]

[closedcircuit]

[...Time for a subject change.]

Is your sword usually a conduit for something?

[Video]

[martelapproves]

Time and space. It was supposed to take me home.

[Video]

[closedcircuit]

Ah.

I'm sorry it didn't work.

[Ky understands wanting to leave.]