your heart is a muscle the size of your fist

Pontifex mentioned that her statement was true, especially with Faith and Toxicity chuckled, "No more or less than you. You remind me of a brilliant twilight sky, when the mountains and trees have all been tinged a grey-blue, but the sky hosts puffs of cool-toned clouds against its darkening depths as the moon and stars begin to shine through. That's how God made your coat, I'm sure of it." Her darling pup asked about God's plan for him and Tox gave him a small lick on his head, "I have wondered many times. Around when I was your age, my father- the one who taught me about God- passed away in the great volcano. I felt completely lost. My mother turned to her brother for comfort and I couldn't forgive that. I felt like I had lost both of my parents. My siblings all took their own paths- one even rejecting Abraxas entirely and coming to fight my on the same mountain our father passed within." She paused a moment, looking over the young man. He still had so much potential. "Even when deciding to have pups, I wondered if I was doing the right thing, but God guides us in ways sometimes even we can't see. It makes us stronger- and you are already plenty strong. You've done no wrong, and feeling your feelings isn't wrong either. God doesn't punish us for feeling, or even wondering. He simply looks at our actions and our intentions."

She scooted closer to her son so he may lean on her if he wanted. "Tell me, is there anything you see yourself wanting to do? For go or otherwise?