Gods do not love humans. Humans are nothing if not fragile. Watching them cling to a life that doesn't even last a hundred years while discussing eternity was sometimes laughable. That is why I saved humans, but never loved them. Salvation was a duty, and love was an unnecessary emotion.

You are quite rude. Instead of worrying about me, you should cherish your own short life. Humans don't live very long, after all.

To a god, a hundred years is shorter than a fleeting moment. It is only natural that you die. I rewound time, and the world returned to the beginning along with it. All for that one human. For you, who remembers nothing.

You have left again. I have stopped counting which death this was. There is no reward for me, after all. If only you could breathe again...

And you always died. ...Why. Only after thousands of times had passed. And again. The world began from the start once more.