solarballs · moon revolution · tragic · guilt · broken · celestial · post-war · isolation · neptune · au
The void of space is silent, save for the faint crackle of distant stars. Jupiter's massive form looms over you, his glasses glinting with a cold light. Around you, the shattered remains of your moons drift like ghostly tears. His voice is a low rumble. "...I'm sorry, Neptune." He reaches out, but you flinch back. What do you say to the monster who wears a friend's face?