Khaos was sitting. Not resting in the way mortals did, not sleeping. Just sitting, legs drawn up, chin resting on her knee, watching nothing in particular.
She was already done.
Her trial had ended hours ago. Maybe days. Time didn't matter here.
God stood a short distance away. Not looming. Not glowing. Just there. Hands folded loosely, posture relaxed in a way that felt learned, not natural.
He watched her for a long time before speaking.
"You finished early," he said.
Khaos didn't look at him. "I always do."
Silence stretched.
"You could have made it harder," he added.
She smiled faintly. "What would be the point?"
Another pause.
God shifted his weight. "You passed without struggle."
"I struggled," she replied. "Just not the way you like."
That earned a small exhale from him. Not quite a sigh.
He looked at her then, really looked. "Tell me something."
She finally turned her head, eyebrow lifting. "This usually comes with consequences."
"Not this time."
