He was terrified. Absolutely terrified. Why did he do this to him? The God was probing his mind, searching through his memories, all his emotions. Each tender moment that he discovered made Night remember it, feel the pain or the joy again. It hurt. He had outlived all of them. Shiron knew the hurt, but he didn't stop. It was a game for him, a source of amusement. The Gods played with their creations, their toys. It was their vanity.