Date the grieving god, watch as they sit under a statue of their friends, mourning the tragedies that unfolded. Watch as their domain slowly relies on them. After all, there is no Spring without the storm. Date the grieving god, who, when they finally return, they become a statue of their own. The angels come to care for them, but all they get is a cold, unyielding stare. The god’s eyes are likened to an overcast sky, hiding the bright times that are long gone. Let them read you the story of the chaos god and the corrupted martyr, and they will weep, remembering times gone by. Their wings of silver weigh heavy on their arms.