Brainstorming
"So what do you intend to do now?" asked Amara.
The Darkness empathized with all the irony. Though the very place God had constructed to hide from her had become the place where the two of them became confidantes again, this bar had also become a voluntary yet emotional cage away from his own Creation and all the letdowns. Though she no longer wanted to go back to the way things were, she could not help but think that her simple wish to just be family again with her brother would be over-fulfilled.
"Well, Sis, I was thinking about what I might have missed sharing with you during our family reunion," declared Chuck.
The older sister was caught by surprise at that. Their family meeting could not have been that ordinary, not when it involved teleporting across all manner of space and time since their family breakup, and not when it involved telepathic exchanges of thoughts along the way.
"Psych!" exclaimed the younger brother.
That was met only by sarcasm and a long pause in which the two of them sat down again.
"Seriously," he mused, "I don't know now. Maybe we should brainstorm?"
The confidante was puzzled by that proposal. Never before in their family relationship have the two of them brainstormed anything.
"I wasn't entirely joking," the confidant continued, "when I said it's your time to shine."
The older sister recalled the memory of her younger brother thinking about trapping himself in her cage, in exchange for her sparing all his Creation. She also recollected something wittier.
"Well, why should I give you another opportunity to exaggerate the number of times I told you what to do and, supposedly, to make you do what I want?" challenged Amara.
A pause ensued.
"I know you were impulsive with that comment, Brother, but I just wanted to prove a point before moving on," she continued.
God smiled.
"Let's brainstorm, indeed," the Darkness agreed.