I think it would hurt him to hear you say that you're not. He cares so much for you, and willing to commit so many sins for your sake. Truly, you could not have hoped for a more loyal person.

[ There is a second, of course, when he is attempting to take back the photo that he thinks they will have a fight. But he is glad to hold it once more in his hands. He gazes down fondly at the storm god's face.

Has it been one thousand years since that day? It has, it has.

He hums softly. ]

If I said that he was a love, what would you say, Destroyer? Would you deny me it? Would you say someone like me has no idea of what love is, and should not speak on it?

[ His chin lifts, pulling his gaze away from the photo, so that he could look at the walls. Upon the walls are the other six evil gods, they are his companions and compatriots. They also have been locked away in different realms, suffering for centuries in their isolation. He wonders how mad they have all become, but knows one thing.

If released, they would still recognize him as their leader -- and that is all that really matters. He will let them go and exhibit their freedom once more on the world. And if they find him wanting, he looks forward to them coming to tear him apart. Such is the freedom that he offers even his most beloved allies. ]

I do know what love is. I was once a god, after all, before I fell.

[ Indeed, he knows what love is. He knows of the poisonous, hypocritical love that the sun goddess gifted everyone. ]