Whatever it is,

THE NINETEEN YEAR OLD IS UNNERVED, STARING AT THE FUMING GOD IN FRONT OF HER.

"No one has ever loved me unconditionally. The woman I thought would have done that for me died before I got to meet her. She disappeared without a trace and I barely know anything about her." He speaks in pain. "You mortals have no idea what loneliness is. If you were to be a lost, forgotten god who can never die and escape his misery, you all won't whine about the little problems you face in your daily lives."

Aubrey stays quiet.

"I want that." The corners of his lips twirl up. "Does it surprise you that I want that? I want a person who will always be by my side; someone I look forward to seeing every single day; someone who keeps me sane and from being lonely. If I couldn't have my mother, then I will take the girl who holds a part of me inside her."