Companionship.
He visited again, a young god empowered through accident rather than design. Gifted with divinity, yet he neither craves nor desires it. It must be strange to acquire such a mantle. I cannot empathise for I have always been thus. Like my elves he was a gentle soul and I grew fond of his visits. I find myself impatiently awaiting him; our conversations have become the highlight of decades. He told me of his people and the tragedy that befell them and in doing so he warned me against the dangers of the young gods. Perhaps he would be able to help me, but I am too ashamed to share my burden with him, lest he sees me in the same light as those who destroyed his kind. For an entire race to be lost to the whims of a god is unforgivable. I must correct my mistake alone.