"I'm going to find someone else," Galaxian says almost absentmindedly, completely missing over how saying that could sound offensive, like Germaine isn't being helpful or something like that. In truth, he's speaking with a context only he knows, so hopefully what he's saying isn't misunderstood.

That snaps Galaxian completely back to reality. "Sorry, miss. But no. I don't want you and that someone to meet." His adamant expression is quite severe for that of a seven-year-old child's. "Most certainly not by me knowing that you'll meet because of me."

Galaxian laughs with no humor. "Oh, don't worry. Even if there was a reason for that someone to try anything, they..." He tries for a way to explain it, though in the process he doesn't address anything else she said. "They wouldn't be able to get to all my forms. And they also don't want to. I mean, that'd be unrealistic. And in the same way, I can theoretically also say that this form here won't be leaving...but it's kind of awkward to not leave a farewell, and also I'm not being the best company, so it'd be rude..." He's kind of wandering off by this point, his scarlet eye slightly glazing over. "But I guess I did want to transition to something at some point. Something in particular. Ah well." His words are trailing off in both volume and awareness the more he speaks, but he doesn't seem to be acknowledging it--if he even recognizes it in the first place. He's also breathing harder. Well, none of this is a good sign, that's for sure.

"You mean I should get all my forms there?" He tries to laugh at that. "I'm not sure about that. But like I said...or did I say it?" he questions himself. "After the farewell you gave and all your considerations, it'd be almost rude not to leave, I think, adding on to other considerations. So..." He tries at a smile in reciprocation. "Thanks. And bye. Sorry for...uh, everything, at this point, I think."

"Okay," he agrees, maybe a bit too readily, maybe not. He almost hesitates again before his eye darkens. He tilts his head down to hide it; he does it somewhat well, as the action is timed with him slightly clasping Germaine's hand with his own very cold one--as if he were looking down at her hand to make sure he grasps it. Though, the action is slightly off-put by how he slightly misses anyways. His hand almost entirely slips, in fact. "Let me know if there's anything I can help with before then, Germaine." He pauses again before he closes his eyes and lets his hand slip. "Goodbye," the god says finally. And then he disappears, as if he were never there.