"I don't believe I do, no." Gear answers simply.
The Master of the Heavenly Yard was in a completely different setting than his polar opposite. A bright throne room, with clouds visible as the landscape outside, and no lack of light. The young man was pacing back and forth in front of his throne, seeming to be thinking hard about something. "Almost time to become two, not three entities...I'm almost finally free." He comments to the large golden eagle perched on the chandelier. The bird just tilts it's head and studies it's master. Upon further inspection, just as the Master of the Hellish Yard's fox familiar, it seemed more made from mist than it was solid, with vapor curling off of it every now and then. The blonde diety's neck felt odd...and as a habit, he put his hand to the phantom wound, now only chronicled by the thin scar completely encircling his neck. "Rillianne..." He mutters, shaking his hand. Even now, when he had no idea where his other half was, he worried for her safety, and his mind seemed constantly on it.