[He nods. After seeing that reaction when the Storyteller had to contact them, to deal with Bliss... it's hard to say, how gods feel about each other sometimes. Every time Kravitz has tried to understand, he finds himself falling short. Now he can just make assumptions, little hopes that he has some idea of what's happening here.]

I just-- they had to have known it was here. Or perhaps they thought them deceased. But we could have looked. We could have-- I don't know. Had more time.