Who are you really?
You say you are my rescuer.
The one that will take me away from pain and death.
You say you are the saviour of worlds.
The one who steps in at the last second to save everything from turning to ash.
You say you are a grandfather.
But you left her behind.
You say you were thrown from your home world.
I can see your pain even as you try to hide it.
You say you are not old.
But I think you are far older than anyone would know.
And I ask again, who are you really?
I get nothing but your laugh.