His precious child was not present.
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Gasping for unneeded breath, Kokoro blinked away the sleep that had overcome him, staring at the far wall in confusion for a long moment before composing himself enough to take in his surroundings. This was where he had been staying with Seishin. His son was dead. So many of those he loved were dead.
The memories gifted to him by the Time Goddess were as much a blessing as they were a curse, but he was relieved to have them back, no matter how much they hurt him. His brothers had been returned to him and no matter how damaged they were he was glad to have them again. After all this time, it was a miracle to have so much returned to him, even if he was no longer the Great God.
It was very unlikely that he would ever regain such a title and he had no interest in it, either, unless the gods decided to meddle with those he loved again. Last time, it was all to get at him, but most gods were fickle and insensible at the best of times.
There was no telling what the future held, not for him, but there were some things that were quite certain. He would never hold Quattorrowa in his arms again.
