"'s a bad thing to kill one of 'em back home..." He mutters, looking up almost as if he sensed that urge to touch him. No touchie the back. "The Niffs killed the Glacian 'n the region's been in a per...manent state of winter since." He meant perpetual but the word's escaping him right this moment. As the explanation though, it dawns on him.

"Huh. We don't have a god of time on Eos." Not that he knows of, anyway. "Time traveling Messengers, on the other hand..." A chuckle escapes him. Ah, he misses Umbra. "War, Fire, Ice, Earth, Water, and Lightning, on the other hand..."