Mmhmm.

[ He breathes in deeply, holding his arms out as a means to calm himself. His fingers shake and tremble as he attempts this calming method. ]

Partially right. [ Instead of looking at the young man, he focuses on the space between his fingers. He focuses on how his hands shake uncontrollably. ] God has always been one that cared. She cares deeply about our morality and guilt. She wants us to find our salvation, but that salvation may not be kind.

To truly want to be saved means also to repent. [ His voice cracks at the last word. He pulls his hand back to rub the back of his wrist against his nose, feeling it start to leak. ] But yes - someone believed God was not sympathetic enough and wanted to descend to Earth in a vessel of pain and suffering. Into the body of someone who only knew hatred and loss.

[ His mouth twists. ] It's a bit of a long story on how they managed it, but let's just say that God has those that She is willing to use as her vessel. Think of it as a bottle, hm? You can bring a bottle to the ocean and fill it with water, but it doesn't mean the ocean wanted to be in the bottle, to begin with, hm?

[ His words start to warble in his mouth. ] Ah... I don't think my analogy makes much sense, but I think you get it. Maybe?