Zeus found Tohu alone in the side corridor before any of the higher beings could formalize matters otherwise.
He had waited until Jehovah left with the attendants and the others were all distracted with wounds and silence and the sealed hall felt less like a stage. Tohu was studying a wall mark as if it mattered more than the people he had helped create and abandon and maybe it did to him.
"You do not get to walk past this," Zeus told him.
Tohu did not turn right away. "Past what?"
"Our world. Your residue. The fact that something in me is still moving with your fingerprints on it." Zeus stopped a few paces away. "You and Jehovah left a living universe on the shelf and called it finished work. One your copy finished the killing for. And now you want custody and process and I want answers that do not sound like inventory language."
