[As Choromatsu's explanation sinks in, it settles in the pit of the god's stomach like a brick. And for a long few moments...he really doesn't know what to say. His expression says more for him than he can at the moment, one of mingled confusion and fear, fear that he's done something so reckless as to ruin his son's future, unintentional or not.]

I...of course I was not going to tell you something like...like this at a very young age. Choromatsu, your childhood is meant to be for experiencing life without having to concern yourself with this kind of responsibility. You say that as if your whole life has already passed you by.

[And what other things is he talking about...? He never mentioned anything like that to him.]