Roxy's POV
God was neither he or a she. But he fits better, and he needed some juice. Hope was his juice. He needed humans to believe in him, pray at him, smile and love him. It would take around 40 days, according to my calculations. The cycle must be completed.
So I brought him home.
The headquarters had barely stopped buzzing from the battle when I walked in with Oob by my side and God tucked carefully against my palm, hidden beneath the crook of my fingers like something sacred and shamefully fragile. The hall went silent. I barely got two steps in before Gena spotted me and screamed,
"Roxy, what the heaven were you thinking—!?" But then her eyes dropped to my hand and the scream died in her throat, because God was so small he fit there completely, thumb-sized and dim and trembling like an ember about to go out.
Akira stared first, then wheezed out the worst possible thing at the worst possible time.
