The god continues to stare out the window, but the darkness of the world outside serves to indicate that this action is more to avoid meeting Goldy's eyes than anything. Idly he takes one hand from a pocket and drags a finger through a small patch of collected condensation, shaping aimless forms.

"I'm sorry. The last time we spoke I... told you I couldn't stay. There was something I had to get back to, remember?"

He takes a slow breath.

"There's something I need to confess."