"Were you supposed to find me like this?"
"No."
"..."
Lake held his glass of bourbon in both hands, smiling as he looked at John. "Actually, I wasn't very interested in this stuff at first. That changed when something happened a few days ago. Want to know what?"
John froze for a moment, then shrugged. "Of course."
Lake's thoughts stirred.
Boom!
John's eyes instantly went blank. His consciousness was pulled by Lake into the scene where Lake had fought those Bird People.
Seifer looked curiously at Lake when John suddenly went completely offline, as if his system had shut down. "What did you do?"
Lake gave him a mysterious smile. "I showed him something fun."
Seifer: "..."
It really was fun.
After all, Bird People weren't something ordinary people could see. And watching Lake tear them apart with his bare hands was an even rarer sight.
Soon.
John came to and looked at Lake. "As expected, they really did come back."
Lake blinked.
John drained the drink in front of him. After seemingly brewing his emotions for quite some time, he finally spoke again, slowly.
That was right.
He was Jesus.
"The Aesir tried to have those Bird People from Heaven preach here, making the new life here worship them. That way, the humans who had risen again on this planet, standing atop the bones of countless Midgardians, would worship them, and what happened here would be completely forgotten."
John's eyes seemed to return to the past once more. Flames of fury blazed in them. "But I could only watch helplessly as those Bird People walked across this newborn Earth with the Power of Faith, unable to tell those people what kind of person Odin, the brutal man behind those Bird People, truly was."
Lake stroked his chin. "So you