Julian could not see another method where everyone could be happy. He couldn't kill a god of creation, nor could he assure Norx that if he stuck close by and tried to be a good person—or rather, a good fallen god—that he would eventually love him.
He couldn't promise that. But he never knew what the future held. Maybe, just maybe, Norx could finally avert his gaze.
Maybe he could find who his soul truly yearned for.
Maybe he would fall for another.
Norx felt a sudden flare of offense, his jaw tightening as he prepared to pull away and anger snapped in his chest. But Julian only hugged him tighter, his grip unyielding as he refused to let the fallen god retreat into his isolation.
