[ Adra doesn't like this lack of response--it's not only making him angrier, it's also upsetting. He's here because he's upset, because he cared for LL and to see him suffer--suffer needlessly, especially--hurts. Because he's hurt so much in the past few weeks, and thinking of LL, lying wounded and inert, has been just another handful of salt in his wounds.

He trembles. ]

I don't know what your life was like in your own world. Gods tend to be lonely. Distant. Maybe you didn't have too many personal friendships.

[ His hands ball into fists. ]

But you're not there anymore. You're not a god anymore. You're a man, and I--people--care about you. You can't just walk around like you're removed from us! Like you can carry on as before. You can't, LL. You cannot.