"You don't have happy memories?" Cal probed. "...I mean... I'm just saying... out of all the worlds, everyone here, yours is the only one that's hopeless, with only two dead options, and that's it? I just... don't see how that adds up, man. Especially after you mentioning that something about you is just discarded." Cal crossed her wings to mimic Bahamut.
"...You're talking about destroying a force of nature by sacrificing a whole planet. You may not be able to warp reality the way other gods here can... but that still seems like a god to me. You're acting as a god in that world. But you never call yourself one, because you're 'not like the gods.' But I dunno, Bahamut. It sounds to me like you've got a god complex and your discarded joy is making you see it differently... And that might be the same for your world situation, too. There might be people in that world who can help you after all." She sighed. "But the problem, I dunno. You have to recover that missing piece of you again. And don't give me that 'I'm trash I'm hopeless it's pointless' crap, I get that enough from my siblings and a couple others from Spectrum. You're a goddamn ultra-psychic. you guys can do a lot." She looked off. "But... whatever, I guess. I talked more'n I wanted."