[The god's voice laughs a little when she calls her father an idiot, and it's clear that it's paying attention to her, both from the edge of it's shape clearly turned towards her and the intention so heavy in the air it's like a living thing.

As she asks, the fourth pauses.]

It must've been nice. To have him. From what I can tell, he cared about you a lot. I can see it, in how you remember him.

[It's quiet, and the air seems to stale as he starts to speak, sounding young.]

Mine...he'd talk to me. All the time. Wired me up and it was like bits of everything was in my head all at once. Things they told me. Things she said. Things I said....

He was scared. All the time. Even before everything.

[The room has gotten a little colder, and it's quiet for a moment, before he finishes.]

Just a scared old man.