Papa I: I love you like the sun loves the moon. they, being on opposite sides of time, are just like you and I. in my earliest thought, it would have been unlikely that are paths would have crossed. but fate, as fortune as it is, has allowed the permissible. you have rekindled a once doused fire, in this old heart.
Papa II: your likeness is that of a soft, gentle breeze upon a lonely mountaintop. below that mountain, lie creatures most monstrous. winged raptors, whipping and clawing at the eyes of beings, foolish enough to oppose them. wolves, tearing at the flesh of men egotistical enough, to try and counter their strength and might. their merciless jowls, snapping men’s bones like balsa wood. remnants of ligaments and tendons, wedged betwixt their teeth. and the serpents of the deep sea, dragging humans down the the deepest depths. snatching them from the atrocious ocean currents, all the way down to the seventh circle. for they have preyed on treasures that do not belong to them. ah, perhaps, I have done something smiled upon, to have been gifted that gentle breeze.
Papa III: I want to eat your ass like groceries.