'Ehhhh, Theia why would you let him touch you?' paimon squeaked her little voice, the little one brave enough to voice out what everyone in the room had been thinking.
Theia wondered that even after knowing the full truth behind him was it really that difficult to comprehend, the man was wounded emotionally and physically beyond any ruins the dottore could prove himself
'my, must you really treat the lone wanderer as an untouchable'
'But the seven nations worship you, shouldn't you be suspicious of him??'
'hmm, is the traveler really the hero everyone claims them to be?'
'ehh but she-'
'strikes everyone down who people fear, yes I know. A hero is the one who slays what humans fear, but who is to say one day the fear may not become the hero himself?
And as for me, humans need something to believe, to worship, to trust, to respect, to love, to pray, to cuss, to whine, to give all their belonging to. A god is the creater. I am no god, they just take me as one'