Cyrus stared at him blankly, a swelling of emotions gurgling within his very soul.
"You want to say something, don't you?"
"I've been thinking this for a while. I've lost my path in life. My purpose before was to get back to my siblings, my friends, and all the people I formed connections with, yet… I can barely remember their faces. I remember their names, but I've forgotten what they sounded like. I've just been going with the ebb and flow of what is happening to me, but I'm tired of going with the flow. I just wish something would go my way."
Before Cyrus knew it, he had spilled some of the darkest thoughts residing within his mind. It was as if the presence of this god before him forced him to say what he had been dying not to think about.
"Your fate is a hard and arduous path. Would you like to change it?"
