[ Once he's sure Osomatsu will be okay on his own for the moment, he runs back to his lake as quickly as his human legs can carry him. Now that he's out of Osomatsu's sight though, he finds he can't hold back his own breakdown anymore, and after tripping on an exposed root, he finds himself coming apart, wailing and crying as it hits him all at once that Poseidon might very well be dead now. But he can't write him off as such yet, and Choromatsu, Osomatsu and the other children need him right now. So after giving himself a moment, he shakily rises back to his feet and continues running to the lake.
Once he gets there he dives inside and immediately goes for his pile of treasures. There has to be something in here...
He debates trying to contact the other higher gods... but there's no time. And if they had intended to do something to help they would have by now. Poseidon couldn't rely on them to cure his loneliness, and Megami couldn't rely on them to do something about his island... neither of them can rely on them now, as cruel as it may be.
Eventually he finds a sheathed tanto blade. It'd been left at his shrine as a sign of gratitude from a warrior from another island long ago, and while more so a decorative piece, it was still sharp and untarnished thanks to Megami's magic.
It'll have to do.
Leaving the lake he returns, mud still staining his toga where he fell and his human legs now back to snake form, in too much of a hurry to change back once out of the water. He's out of breath when he returns, clutching the still sheathed weapon in both hands. Give him just a moment. ]
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Once he gets there he dives inside and immediately goes for his pile of treasures. There has to be something in here...
He debates trying to contact the other higher gods... but there's no time. And if they had intended to do something to help they would have by now. Poseidon couldn't rely on them to cure his loneliness, and Megami couldn't rely on them to do something about his island... neither of them can rely on them now, as cruel as it may be.
Eventually he finds a sheathed tanto blade. It'd been left at his shrine as a sign of gratitude from a warrior from another island long ago, and while more so a decorative piece, it was still sharp and untarnished thanks to Megami's magic.
It'll have to do.
Leaving the lake he returns, mud still staining his toga where he fell and his human legs now back to snake form, in too much of a hurry to change back once out of the water. He's out of breath when he returns, clutching the still sheathed weapon in both hands. Give him just a moment. ]
I-I'm sorry... for... m-making you wait...