[ He's a god, and he should have all the answers. Isn't that why people created them? To have the answers? But he's not a god of love. He's not even on the spectrum of love. Technology should be cold, hard, indifferent. It's a tool for convenience and a vehicle for entertainment. It's what makes humanity more efficient. In fact, his truest power comes when people ignore one another in favor of screens.

So he doesn't know how to answer her question about what they're supposed to do now. He doesn't really have an answer. The vape pen casually twirls between fingers -- newly revamped and repaired. It had gotten soaked when that boat had crashed, so that was just one of the many projects he had taken on when he had a whole lot of time to kill. ]

What do you want to do about it? Obviously I'm never gonna be enough for you, Monika.

[ And that statement doesn't take on a bitter note. It's spoken more as a matter of fact. Because that's what it is now. Pure fact. If he was ever going to be enough, she wouldn't have had all those partners in the first place. ]

I'm not here to be a fucking pokemon, you know. [ He says with a little smile and a touch of mirth. He's not sure if she gets the reference, but he adds on: ] Gotta catch 'em all.

[ The smile gradually fades to another drag off the vape pen. ]

I don't have it in me to offer love. Not anymore. I'm always gonna care about you, but I'm not doing the love thing again.