You may have wandered far. Said many things you regret. You may think there is no way back from what you have done.
Look, kiddo. Whatever you’ve done, I’ve done worse. God-level mischief puts your mortal-mischief to shame.
I’m the god of the lost. No matter how far you have wandered, I can still find find you. No matter what you’ve said, I forgive you. For me, no person is irredeemable, no mistake unforgivable, no situation too hopeless.
There is always a way back home.
Have your people call my people, and we’ll talk.