He was incredibly down. To the point where his face was that of a tired man, and it slightly drooped from his tears that he wept of extreme worry from Wiska's injury. He felt like a fraud, a complete imbecile for not trying to protect everyone, he could even protect Melissandra, who seemed to only almost be struck by being caught off guard. It made him worry, worry worry. It actually gave him nightmares, and honestly it wasn't pleasant at all to have them. Spectra would enter the scene, as he'd lighten up a small bit, waving to her slightly. "I've been better... But I'm chill!" He'd say, laughing a bit, before then looking to Melissandra and Spectra. "Ah... Meli just be careful, Spectra is actually right on that aspect sadly." He sighed, then looked back forward.<br/><br/>However, his quick Silence was interrupted, as he'd look down to Wiska, his cheeks slightly red. He heard her apologize, and would smile... His eyes however, full of tears, not just of happiness, but of a sadness that would soon be explained. "N-No it's fine! It's fine... I just, haven't been myself lately yknow? It's harder to keep myself into good mental shape." He said, wiping a tear, before turning Into a face of worry and quite evident sadness. He was however, hiding his face on her shoulder. "I just can't accept the fact I couldn't protect you," he said, tears trickling down her shoulder, hugging her close. "I couldn't protect anyone, not Sin, not Meli, not even Spectra somehow, I just... Wish I had the power to protect you and the others." He said this all quietly. It was but his greatest desire, to have the power to protect his love and friends from whatever hardship. Yet he knows he doesn't have the power to do it. He wants to grow and obtain it, but at the same time he's becoming impatient, and desires the solution.<br/><br/>He'd gently snuggle his face into her shoulder, gently picking her up, smiling wide with small tears in his eyes. He should at least forget that for now, until the opportunity comes up. He'd nuzzle Wiska's chest, murring. "Love you." He'd say, his hands getting lower onto Wiska, he gently snickers in a mischievous and playful kinda way.<br/><br/>[Meanwhile In the Bottom of the Sea]<br/><br/>[Waquamos]<br/><br/>He would stay in his spiritually hidden home, near the magma's core and at the very deepest parts of the ocean, gently sipping a cup of tea and listening to the music made by a few of his children, the Siren race. Beautiful singers, papa is proud. He'd gently wipe a proud, happy tear, clapping silently, then would sigh. "Hm, now, for other pass time activities... Maybe I should try playing chess with kraken in the afternoon? Hmmm... Sounds good!" He says, smiling wide.<br/><br/>(Idk why but I already love Waquamos and how no god is gonna take him Seriously. Except maybe mortals who actually know him :") Seydon? Probably.)