It is then that all calmness in Amare's deamnour disappears. He then looks at Brontes with a painful look in his eyes, one that goes right into his own soul. [i]"You know, 7,000 years ago I would have happily agreed to this plan."[/i] Amare told him very quietly [i]"7,000 years ago, I was angry too. You have to remember most of them have shun me just as much as you. I'm useless, remember? To everyone but you, I'm entirely useless. Even Thallie doesn't need me."[/i] Amare explained, voice stil quiet but wrought with emotion. 

However then his voice becomes louder, more determined. "No, I don't want any part in genocide. Damn it, old man- you've forced me to become kind. So kind that the act of killing now upsets me! I can't bare the thoughts of the deaths of others!" The boy then sighs "That being said, I very much like your idea to reason with the gods. In fact, even if I didn't love you, I would stay for that. Mainly because knowing you, your anger will get the better of you before you've really tried. So here's the deal, I will try my best to help you reason with them- but..." 

Amare let out a shaky sigh "...but if you ever find them unworthy of living- which is a rather arrogant idea I might add- I'll have to try and stop you. Unless there's a good reason to kill some or all of them- I won't stand by for that." The God child then looked down, looking rather sad "However, I suspect if we ever get to that point, you'll be able to stop me quite easily." He tenses up at the thought of what he says next [i]"...And eventually I'll forgive you all over again."[/i] 

Brontes thought for a moment, hating himself even more with every passing second. He had told Amare the truth but not the [i]whole[/i] truth. His plan was to bring down the Gods, yes, but it wasn't his true goal, the result of his plan.

Visions of the Old Gods passed through his mind, imprisoned in Apocrypha, deep in the Underworld and how he had talked to them countless times. How they had given him a glimpse of the time when they were the Kings and Queens of the universe only to now be locked up for eternity. How he had made his deal with them in exchange for their forbidden knowledge.

"Amare, your love is a fire in the winter. Pure and life-saving and I would be much different without it. I will be eternally grateful for it and I will be your rock for as long as you need me. But, my plan... I cannot allow it to fail. I cannot put your life above the countless lives in the streets below. That is my sacrifice, the price I have to pay for my selfish act."

Brontes face didn't display any feelings, perhaps the most honest he could be with his only friend.

"However, we will try and fix things with words, peacefully. And we will definitely succeed, won't we?" he said not long after, a soft smile on his face.

[i]Liar[/i] he thought, at the same moment, knowing his self.

Listening carefully, Amare takes it all in. He knows that right here- right now would be his only chance to back out. Yet...he knows that if he really wanted to back out, he should have never of gone to the Underworld with Thallie all those years ago. The last part, that gives Amare a sad smile though. Yes, he would like a peaceful solution. Though he has no idea if that's possible.

The God Child then puts down his tea and his teddy bear, before going over and hugging Brontes "I'd like to very much think it will work. I really would. Though if we ever find ourselves turning on each other, I..." Amare frowns as he really doesn't know where he's going with this "...I don't- I still- I just- I don't want to- to lose you, o-okay? Even if we...damn it. There are times I wish I didn't love you, it would make everything so much simpler- but emotions don't work that way, do they?" He mostly told him, clinging to the other god desperately.