He took her hand as she offered it, trying not to grip her fingers too tightly. He didn't know how to explain. He didn't know where to start.
"There was a war." He finally said, softly; he'd told her a little about it, but only as a brief mention in a summary of his past. "It was... Angels are all siblings. It was a civil war between us, and it was..." Awful. Horrible. It had been so violent, and it would have been disturbing even if they hadn't all known each other; if they hadn't had to kill people that'd known their entire existences.
"My side was losing, and we couldn't afford to. I was desperate and I made a mistake and it resulted in..." Again he couldn't finish, at least at first, and he had to try again. He felt like he had to tell her; some pressing, nagging feeling in his mind prompting him to be honest. If he just told her, what might happen when she found out someday wouldn't be haunting him. "I lost my mind. I killed so many people; angels, humans, others. I thought I was making the world better." He remembered, clearly, what he'd been thinking while he'd been 'God', but it was like it had been someone else entirely, or a dream. None of it lined up with how he thought now, and the disconnect was still frightening and confusing.
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"There was a war." He finally said, softly; he'd told her a little about it, but only as a brief mention in a summary of his past. "It was... Angels are all siblings. It was a civil war between us, and it was..." Awful. Horrible. It had been so violent, and it would have been disturbing even if they hadn't all known each other; if they hadn't had to kill people that'd known their entire existences.
"My side was losing, and we couldn't afford to. I was desperate and I made a mistake and it resulted in..." Again he couldn't finish, at least at first, and he had to try again. He felt like he had to tell her; some pressing, nagging feeling in his mind prompting him to be honest. If he just told her, what might happen when she found out someday wouldn't be haunting him. "I lost my mind. I killed so many people; angels, humans, others. I thought I was making the world better." He remembered, clearly, what he'd been thinking while he'd been 'God', but it was like it had been someone else entirely, or a dream. None of it lined up with how he thought now, and the disconnect was still frightening and confusing.