"Dear, what are you doing?" Ikaris asked Sol.
He was seated next to the bed with his hands folded and his eyes lazily locked onto the ceiling while the baby clung to his finger and slept soundly in his lap meanwhile she had the shirt he was wearing earlier in the fields sewing a tear in the shoulder.
"I'm looking at them, just as they observe the skies thinking of me," He answered regarding the great tree inside of his soul which flourished and grew, expanding his power and strengthening his body. "Dr'ul and the other gods and everyone else on Arkadia, Usami and everyone else that went back to earth; every cluster of universes inside of the collective, they now exist as a part of me, I can see everything clearly without any effort, I can see their hearts and desires, I can feel their sadness, their pain, I hear their voices like little whispers asking for guidance and protection... Little prayers."
