"...I think I got my answer." Robin muttered quietly as he gave a few slow nods, as though Helmor's explanation had finally confirmed something he'd already begun to suspect.
"And what exactly is that answer?" Helmor asked, his annoyance becoming clearly visible in both his expression and tone. "That we're trying to survive a hopeless situation where the outcome has already been decided for us? We're nothing more than pieces in a game being played far above our heads. The Transcendents are the ones who return all the planets to Primordial Chaos and wipe out every living creature upon them so those same worlds can be used again in a new cycle. When that's the reality we're trapped in, what else could we possibly do except try to secure our own individual survival?"
