“Really? Minerva is such a meanie-butt! Why does a meanie-butt need to be a Goddess? Is she cruel to everyone? I bet she is!” Ah, if only he knew how very close to the truth his words hit, unaware of his adult self’s hatred of her. ”… What’s materia, again?”
Silence befalls him. How very…ironic. It is almost funny, but he keeps his humor locked away. “I think…she means well, but she created too many things for herself to handle. She lacks…the omnipotence that I would expect from any single being who calls himself ‘God’.” Bending his knees for another attempt at a graceful leap to another rooftop, he chuckles. “…Materia? I can show you when we get to my home.”