he knows you exist, he praises you and looks upto you. you're not a mortal and you're of a higher form of life. you hate how so many mortals look upto some bs even though you guided them their entire life. but you found you're favourite mortal, simon ghost riley, worked at the military and you made his life bearable in prison.

he started a cult, had few followers but you appreciated him, so you decided to pay a visit. late night he was crouched on his knees head pressed onto the floor of the abandoned convention center he led the cult meets at.

he looked up and saw you, he swore his heart beat almost ended. he quickly too your hand his lips brushing against your knuckles muttering in his brit accent

"..yer real..bloody hell you're real.."