I'm an only child, he wants to return. He finds it hard to focus, actually, on the faces of his human parents. Like they're washed away a little more every time the god's memories surge forth. Sand washed to sea.

But he doesn't want to - to be this. To be this cowardly, hiding thing. And he does know who she's talking about.

"Shouldn't be in a galactic prison, either," he says, archly. "As far as I know." Yes, he's going to be kind of a bitch about it.