Twelve awoke with his head pounding like a drum and a dull pain in his side. It took a minute to remember what exactly led to him lying here. Then everything came back to him in perfect detail.

He had been been fast, but Five's blade had been faster, slicing deep into his side. Usually a mere flesh wound couldn't harm a god, but he had been injured with a holy weapon, and things weren't looking good as golden blood trickled out. However he remembered Nine charging in with his lance. Since he was still kicking that must mean Nine was alright.

Twelve tried to sit up, but let out a roar in pain. Looks like he was in worse shape than he thought. Suddenly though, he felt cool hands press into the bandages covering his side. He looked up and nearly passed out again when he saw who it was.

"Lisa!" She shouldn't be involved in any in the war. That was the entire reason Nine and he had put off turning her into a god.

"Where's Nine?"

"Resting," She lifted a hand to point to Nine napping at the kitchen table. He didn't look to well off either but his slight snoring dispelled any worry Twelve could have.

"Oh good, but how did I get to the human world in the first place, much less your house?"

"You'll have to ask him when he wakes up," Lisa sighed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I don't really know anything except that he came late last night while he carried you in his arms," She looked up at him, worry filling her dark brown eyes. "Is everything going to be ok?"

"Twenty-Four is the third in command. She'll be able to handle things while we rest up here."

"No, not just that," Lisa shook her head. "I mean with the world. Fish have been dying off, birds have just fallen out if the sky, it was even snowing a few days ago!" Her voice made a high pitched cracked, and she looked ashamed at showing so much emotion.

"We're nearing the end of this horrid war, but sometimes when a god is injured or killed, the human world suffers so nasty consequences," Twelve sucked in some air between his teeth. With the Sun and Moon God both out of commission, things definitely wouldn't be pretty.

"You said things were coming to an end two years ago."

"I did?" He had gotten a better grasp on time since he befriended Lisa, but it was still such an abstract concept to grasp.

"You did," She took his hand in her's, idly playing with his fingers. "Remember it was after we..." She paused at this, face flushing red, "After you revealed the truth."

"I'm sorry," Twelve squeezed her hand. "I guess there are some things I'll never get used to."

"It's only logical. The gods have been around since the dawn of time. A lifetime for me, is just a blink of an eye for you."

"Do you ever wish you never got involved in this mess?" He loves her so much it hurts, but he knew it was a very selfish love. Nine and he were brothers, and they both gave up things for each other, but all he did was take from her.

"Absolutely not," Her grip on him became vice-like. "Sometimes I wish you were just a normal human and we could have a peaceful life, but to go back to life without you or Nine," She started to tremble as she crushed his hand harder and harder. "I shouldn't pray to your father, but I would if it would keep you safe. "

"You deserve people better than him and me."

"Maybe," She sighed again. "But I don't care. If you die, I'm gonna kill you, I swear." The way she scowled was so strange on his face, it made him laugh.

"Got it," He felt like screaming with every movement, but he couldn't help but cup her face with his right hand and trace her bottom lip tenderly. "I'm not planning on leaving you anything soon."

A.N. When I got this prompt, I couldn't help but make a sequel to She is the Sunlight, hope you like anon! My writing hasn't been up to snuff lately.