Jess' Musebox

It's kind of distressing to think of him as 'God', isn't it. So I think the analogy falls apart even quicker then that. [He smiles a bit, his fingers making tentative contact with Albedo's shoulder, testing the water. He missed all the easy cues that Rubedo and Albedo used to give about what they wanted. Now both of them would just hide so much that it was often hard to make the right choice.]