His hand returned to Tristan's back. After a moment of hesitation, he began to gently rub it in an effort to calm the otter down. "...You're like us," he finally said. "You're not a child. No one here really is. You were turned into one the moment you stepped inside of the forest, and you lost your adult memories when you did. The visions you have are the memories returning, even if they seem strange and don't make sense to you right now."
xXx
God - God, he couldn't believe that was his real name - looked down at the little boy beside him. If the fangs were anything to go off, he had to be a vampire. And he knew he should have been wary of vampires - interacting with anything perceived as bad could tarnish his image, and lead to people judging Lucifer even more than they already did.
But he was God now. He wasn't just Joshua. And maybe he was letting the power get to his head, but he suddenly didn't feel half as afraid of the consequences as he had before. He leaned down and picked up the boy, following through with his request.
Lucifer stared at him. "You were in another one of my memories," he said. He took a hesitant step forward, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side as he looked him over. "You were dressed in a funny suit of armor, and you really liked him."
Lucifer pointed at the man dressed in the strange black clothes. Even though God didn't fully recognize him, something about him felt familiar - and it must have been a shared feeling, because the man was staring at him like he had seen a ghost.
"You're Joshua?"
"...Have we met?" God asked, getting an even worse feeling of recognition now that they were talking.
"I'm your-" The man stopped and sighed. "I doubt Lucifer will believe me, but you might. You seem about the same, though I don't see your bat anywhere - which might be a plus side. I'm Gabriel Eberhardt. I'm your friend, God. You just don't remember it because this forest is taking away people's memories and turning them into children. You and Lucifer just look slightly different, since neither of you had childlike forms to begin with-"
Before God could even register half of what had just been said, Gabriel let out a swear.
"Where's Quinn?" he asked, exasperated. "I swear she was right next to me!"
xXx
The adults all looked like they were talking, and her playmate was preoccupied, so Quinn decided to follow the crying boy. He kind of reminded her of Mr. Taber - only he was a otter and not a wolf. But otters were cooler anyways, so that didn't really bug her. And while Mr. Taber looked all panicked, he didn't really chase after him like she did.
It's probably because he's old, she told herself, giving a wise nod as she pushed past another bush. Her shoes had been forgotten near the tree line, and she was tempted to throw off her dress too - she could barely run in it! But she did manage to finally catch up to the crying boy, so at least she could do that.
She darted over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hiya!" she said, giving him a wave as she stepped in front of him. "Want to be my friend? You look sad and lonely, and being sad and lonely isn't any fun."
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