Jasmine stares at the god in front of her. His face is blank but the aura oozing out from him is anything but calm. 

How should she start... 

She has been silent the whole time so that she can avoid his wrath if he tries to put it on her.

She's centuries old but still afraid of him. No, there's nothing bad about that. You just have to know when things are looking too grim.

"It's all my fault." 

He finally speaks, though it comes in a whisper. It takes Jasmine a few seconds to realize this. Normally, she would but she was too lost in her thoughts...

Okay, now...