It's disgusting. Hinata steps smoothly into the open, his axe held low. Despite everything he still wants to try to talk to the god. Looking at this now reminds him horribly of the TigerLily. His own friend, who he really should name, has been gentle. At least as far as predators go. He walks slowly, still carrying with him the threads of what he once was and the despair of letting himself be the destruction of dreams.

He plants himself squarely before that eye, watching it watch him. "Are you actually happy like this? It looks like you're dying."