Robert
What felt like days had only really amounted to a few seconds; seconds in which Aphot's wretched grip, wrought with all the gravity of a black hole, crushed the last remnants of life from Ainbheartach's withering existence, painless, thorough. Another star in the sky snuffed out, another hat fallen.

Another hat... Another body. Should he be concerned with how many he'd collected at this point? Were other gods doing the same, or was he the only one faced with these conundrums, walking a course only he knew of? *Where* Were the damned answers to these ever-pressing questions?

Those six eyes flickered towards the Tree. Ever silent. Ever answerless.

An indecipherable noise was made in Aphot's throat, the expression of some unknown emotion. He then turned back to Ainbheartach's inanimate husk, gaze flickering over it like an automated scanner. This... This was not over. That, Aphot knew of.

Whatever his deeper considerations on the matter were, they were now irrelevant for the time being- it was time to stop dawdling, before some senseless idiot came along to interfere with his works. That would simply not do. So Aphot's abominable half-morphed figure seized and split, resetting the pieces to how they were before: the Wandering Eye, and the mainframe.

A fog of aethereal shade from the deepest corners of the cosmos signifying Aphot's essence closed around Ainbheartach's still frame, and in the next heartbeat, both were gone. All that remained was that little Yggdrasil ghost, humming as it drifted along to destinations uncharted, returned to its regularly scheduled programming.
Richard
*The Grand World tree, sitting upon the center of its world. It's fruit bearing life to God's.
Golden rays shine upon a newly forming fruit. A new God.

But as time went on, this fruit never grew. The fruit glowing as if it was a star, started to dim and harden.

As the silence grew, so did the fruit began to darken, it's center a deep glowing red, as if the remains of a Volcano under the sea. 

A form grew within this crystallized fruit, shimmering in the deep red heat.

Until it finally broke, the fruit breaking below the stem, not unlike a rotten fruit, a body fell from it.
Black sludge hurtled to the branches below, with a thunderous thump and a dent within the wood itself the body landed.

Reaching out from it's hole, a singular hand reaches out to to the tree as golden eyes, the same hue of the sun beyond the tree opened to witness the world. As he slowly stood up his clothes slowly growing around him, imagry of the tree speckled upon him. As he looks at the damage of the tree, despite his own pain he whispers to the wood. "Im sorry"*

*As the grey man arises from his pit, he stares upon the branches, and the great height he sits upon. With nothing else to do, he started walking down the branches as he thinks of his name, seemingly important to him despite not knowing the why. His footprints giving small dents as he goes. He settles on Propast, seeming more a statement than a name, he still chooses it despite that.
As he hops down one more branch, he sighs due to the anxiety of the bright heights around him. Slowly leaning against the branch, feeling much more comfortable than walking upon the stretches of open air, his form slightly sinking into the wood. He closes his golden eyes, feeling a sensation of going "Below"*
Robert
"Quite a view isn't it?"

Propast was very suddenly not alone. Near him now stood a 5'8" Ashen ghost of a man, wearing a pale worn cloak as if he'd just walked out of a rundown tavern- starkly contrasting his own golden eyes, shining like freshly minted coins. They gazed out at seemingly nothing before turning onto the newborn god with an incandescent glee, matching the bright smile blooming underneath them.

"Quite a fall too, if I do say so myself. A most expedient means of descent." The entity tilted his head. "Have a particular destination in mind? I would love to provide aid, as it is such a terribly large tree, after all."
Richard
*As the Lanky being rose from his resting spot, his own Golden Eyes meeting with this person's. His eyes darker then his nearly glowing ones. Popping his neck with a slight twist he replied 
"Well Hello there, I-I don't know? At least a little lower?" As he looked down down the tree, almost getting a sense of vertigo*

"Names Propast, you?"
*As he held out a hand to shake.*