Sorry, I.. I don't know what to say. I don't even know what to call you. I just..
I don't know how to think of you if it's not 'mine'. And you're not. I'm not jealous of her, really that's not what this is about. Just as soon as you disappeared, I knew you were off to save other worlds and meet other people and you weren't mine. You always kept me at arm's length, and I know why. I know leaving had to kill you, because I know it killed me.
I used to think you were the most amazing cluster of atoms the universe had ever put together, but I... I don't, now. And I don't know what to make of that. It's one thing to be left behind by a god, it's another to be left behind by a sad little boy.