So he was a disappointment to her. The god could hear it in every word she uttered. He was not what she wanted him to be. It hurt. It stung. The physical distance was a relief. He felt weak and vulnerable in this body. He did not feel at all like the god and prince he was.
"And what is it that you have?" he asked quietly while his own thoughts cut into himself even stronger. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew it was him who had caused the chaos. He was not even able to remedy his own mistake.