Harry fell to his knees, hit the dirt floor hard, and his hands grew dusty. "B-But," he asked, and was frowned upon.
God wore a fur-lined coat, brown and soft against Harry's cheek when He stepped forward. "You're ready for this," He answered, and Harry's armed wound around His waist. "The world is ready for this."
"How can you be sure?"
God laughed, softly, and curled his fingers around Harry's wrist. His hair stuck up at odd angles too. "Who do you think you're talking to?"
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Harry fell to his knees, hit the dirt floor hard, and his hands grew dusty. "B-But," he asked, and was frowned upon.
God wore a fur-lined coat, brown and soft against Harry's cheek when He stepped forward. "You're ready for this," He answered, and Harry's armed wound around His waist. "The world is ready for this."
"How can you be sure?"
God laughed, softly, and curled his fingers around Harry's wrist. His hair stuck up at odd angles too. "Who do you think you're talking to?"