Here I stand and face the rain [private conversation]

[God is seriously thinking about going home. Mello won't forgive him, and he's catching waves of something wrong with Matt. He's curled up on one of the white beanbags in his room, toying with his hair and listening to the faint sounds of figures moving about in his toy city. None of his usual distractions are helping. He almost wishes he were like Mello, and could destroy something, or set someone on fire: anything to push these feelings out and stop having to feel them. He's sure everything that's gone wrong is his fault.]