Ethan had decided to revive Neith, even knowing it was madness and that Neith herself might be against it, but he was going to do it anyway. Yahweh observed Ethan's face, recognizing the intensity in his gaze. He understood that nothing he said would change the decision of someone so determined, so he simply nodded, resigned yet respectful of his will.
—"Then… if you need anything along the way, you know you can count on me,"— Yahweh replied, finally accepting Ethan's resolve. —"Although I'd like to focus on pursuing those who escaped, it might be best if I ask for help from the angels I left guarding my home. I suppose they'll be surprised to see me in this state, haha."
Ethan acknowledged with a slight nod and, with extreme care, took Neith's body in his arms. The sadness on his face had transformed into a resolved calm. He looked at Yahweh and asked him firmly:
