( The layers here... Mishka isn't going to try to make sense of the logistics of it; he interacts with the world on a comparatively simplistic level compared to the plane-hopping multiplicity at play in this scenario. He takes what Ellis says at face value, and nods. )

That's a little cruel, isn't it? It doesn't seem you asked to be made for the purpose you were. But I suppose all entities that wear the mantle of God are indifferent to their lessers.

( He does not say this bitterly, only frankly. )

The void I knew was as you described, if with one addition: a pervasive, unceasing gravity, crushing the mind and heart. ( Despair, in the words of someone who understands emotions; not Mishka, surely. ) It felt as if I'd existed there longer than I'd lived my years on the soil of the earth.

This place is nicer, I think, in comparison. It is better that you're here. Unless you miss your story, before you'd been apprehended?