#Thanks to Mem/Oronyx/Fuli

[astrxlfinale]

"What do you think will become of this world?" He rests his arms on the balcony, peering out where the trees settle and the familiar blue of a waterfall was hidden behind them. There were individuals hanging out by the lake, carefree, unaware or perhaps in denial of the possibilities that could come.

"I don't believe we should be speculating, I apologize. But this feels different than from any encounter we have witnessed, even Penacony. I have faith that Phainon will do what's needed, but.. what will happen after?"

Part of him can't help but feel thankful that Dan Heng initiated this particular conversation. From his own perspective, from attaining a touch of divinity, to the way time made him see the frame of this World that almost feels pervasive, a bitter feeling found itself being nurtured within his chest despite every supposed triumph they seized. Caelus found himself poised in the opposite position, leaning his head back over the railing, both of his elbows stationed as support while bringing his attention towards this False Sky.

"If we didn't Dan Heng, I think we'd not only be ignoring the elephant in the room, but getting ourselves stuck in this-- same, timeless bullshit." His words were sharp and by no means in an unpleasant way. It was an embodiment of comfort due to his friend's presence, and how looking through this realm by Oronyx's hand (and Fuli by extension) gives perspective to an inherent wrongness to it all.

"Lets think about to other Titan incarnates across different Eras. The fact each and every era requires a new generation of them taking the helm? A World wipe and Restart? Doesn't that kind of edge to the thought that-- Things may be getting fucked up no differently now?"

He couldn't ignore the stab of disbelief drawn into his own gut due to saying that. To see the work of so many Heirs, their sacrifices, how many friends they've come to make and lose upon this tale, only for this possibility to look the most realistic to him? Gems of hope are being gleaned and collected, each and every generation slowly being tilled to a possible breakthrough, one thing however just doesn't change.

Does Amphoreus find itself that destined to die?

"If I keep lookin' at it from this damn far above." He begins, slowly bringing up a hand, as if seizing some unknown precipice. "It all feels like I'm just some starbound god, being too damn logical on the whole thing." That thought in itself made a frustrated exhale puff from his nostrils.

Impulsivity prompted him to lean up from his delinquent like perch, stretching up his arms as if to feebly attempt throwing away those damning thoughts. It didn't work, but at least felt nice to make his body stop feeling as stiff. He'd soon pivot upon a heel, facing towards Dan Heng as a serious light brough a glow to the Nameless' eyes. "I want to be honest then. If we're not finding a way to put that Black Tide down for the count, then we're just going to repeat history. We haven't found a damn thing on how to actually take the fight to it."

"--And whoever else may be siding with it." The following words were drawn more softly, secretly.

"If the Path of Erudition finds itself stationed here, don't you think that mean there's some core logic or soul at the epicenter of all this?"

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