The woman stands there, unmoving. A blade sticks out of her chest, blood dripping from that wound onto the floor. Her hands are covered in that blood.

Those blood soaked hands coat the others skin, hands wrapped gently around their face.

"You're back... our God of Humanity..." her voice is steady, unemotional. Her eyes are closed, and her face expressionless. "We thought you died, you know." She chuckles lowly, "disappearing on us like that was very selfish, you know." A small smile.