It hasn’t been long since the shutdown of his higher functions had forced him to follow the wandering Creators on their pointless journey. He has some vague awareness that this isn’t what he wanted, but by now, wanting is far beyond what he has energy for. The closest thing he can muster is the understanding that he isn’t meant to be alone and if that means following, then that's what he'll do.

And even if he could muster more than that, the food being offered to him wouldn’t be tempting. He looks up at the Creator, expression blank.

“No, thank you. I don’t need that.” Diana for her part will perceive the being in front of her as a young human man with strange markings adorning the left side of his face resembling curling vines and flowers. They glow a meager white, barely visible. A constant sound hangs around him, a steady, dull tick.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” he asks. The question seems to have little to do with the words he spoke before.