“I carry the endings now.”The words tore out of him, heavy, almost breaking. The Newborn God’s voice, once steady and calm, trembled with something raw—something human.“Kieran… what do you mean?” My voice shook. “You… you’re not supposed to carry endings. Not alone. Not like this.”He looked at me. His eyes glowed faintly, a mixture of power and pain. “I took part in Death. Part of him is inside me now. I feel… everything. Life, death… balance. And all of it screams.”I stepped closer, trembling. “You can’t… Kieran, you’re… you’re human enough to feel this, but divine enough to… I don’t know… hold it? Don’t let it consume you.”“I don’t know if I can,” he admitted, voice cracking. “I never asked to feel endings like this. I never asked to carry responsibility that weighs on the whole of existence.”I reached out, my fingers brushing against his. “Then let me help. Let me anchor you. Let me be your choice, your will, your heart. You don’t have to face it alone.”He shook his head. “N
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