#this is supposed to be both a culmination of angonces feelings towards mata nui in general and also an opposite situation to velikas

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The resplendent being sat before him, his body of pure energy free from substance gently angled in a polite pose, equal and alien to him in every way; the faint anthropomorphic shape of his self looked upon the opaque man before him with mellow eyes in a saddened, drooping cut.

"I am not an object anymore," Mata Nui spoke kindly, softly, without anger - only a great tiredness. "I am self-aware enough to know the differences between us are not as marked as they once might have seemed. I have grown up."

What a horrible, terrible, wondrous thing to hear.

"I still hold pleasant memories of you."

"I am not your father," Angonce said with a voice that shook and trembled in his throat.

The words left his mouth with a sound similar to the warble of a juvenile bird, still unsure of its song, still scared of singing it out loud; his eyes were lucid, reflections gleaming bright in the distance that separated them like stars of different solar systems. His hands laid down at his sides, perfectly still, just as tense as if they had been balled into fists. His breaths wavered as they clawed their way in and out of his chest, crushed by an emotion he was scared of giving a name to.

"A father should not feel the way I do about the possibility of you being my son."

Mata Nui smiled.

"You are an honest man." he said simply.

He did not stand, for he was too tired, too catastrophically, unthinkably fatigued to do so. But he leaned his head to the side slightly, only slightly, and the man knew from that minute movement that he would be gone soon.

"Goodbye, Angonce." the Demiurge said: "Thank you for allowing me everything I ever asked of you."

Then the god was alone.

He sat down heavily, grasping his face in his hands as though a part of him had died; a long shiver wrecked him, and his gritted teeth clattered against each other to replace his sobs.