But what's a god if he can't bestow a gift? Right? So I'll grant you one, since you asked the question. *he grabs your head, implanting all the memories he has of you girls, his true feelings, and emotions, every happy moment. Your dress, the vows, your dates, the pastries, you see the joy, love, and expression of every moment he ever shared with every girl he's ever cared about. since the dawn of time you saw him in despair with every one he lost to time, or anything. You saw the torment as he struggled with reviving them, against their wishes, just because he missed them. But didn't because it's not what they would have wanted. You feel... everything... experience..... everything...* There.... now you can tell me how i'm supposed to feel, how it's going to effect me.... now that you realize what you're making me give up.