To my Own Tempo

The boy's voice answered flatly, claiming that there were no gods. He reasoned that it was because he was allowed to be born. Toxicity chuckled, soft and airy under her breath. That was a silly reason. He said that due to that, if there were gods, they would be killed by the waterfall. "There are all kinds of gods, I think," Tox said, looking at the waterfall. "Gods of good, and bad, and everything in between probably."

She wasn't sure how to explain to him, but she figured she would try to anyway, "It's possible a god put you here simply so you can cause chaos... but also maybe you're weak because you're godless- just a mortal." Toxicity offered a light smile to the poor boy. Of course a measly mortal would be this weak, but it was okay, because Toxicity believed anyone could ascend. "You don't have to stay that way. You can become stronger."

He went on to tell her that she shouldn't stand that close because she would get hurt. He said he couldn't control it and her mismatched eyes sought to lock with his, "You possess such power? And yet you call yourself weak?" Toxicity laughed again lightly, "I'm not scared of you, because I too am a God. Are you sure this isn't just a unforseen manifestation of some power you possess? Are you sure you are not a god- or at least part god- yourself?"