[ That piece deliciously seasoned vegetable that Usagi was about to shove in her mouth pauses right as it gets to her lips. Did Darkrai have a purpose? ]

I think he did...

[ Her aggressive eating becomes a thoughtful chew as she hums to herself. ]

I mean, to us, five hundred years is something we don't have to think about. All we have are history books and essays and old city ruins to remind us of the past...

But, gods are different. They live for a really long time. Five hundred years is probably like a second to them.

[ And that's not really enough time to heal from all the wounds that the humans of the past had inflicted. ]