He turned, and looked back at the crimson sky behind him.
Ruination's existence. Ten times THE Infiniverse. Built from records and probabilities, growing every moment, holding an entire Legacy.
He looked at it, and something in his chest went very still, and then, almost, he laughed.
At himself.
Ruination. His Kin. His recorder of everything. She had given him every record she had ever kept. Every probability, every simulation, every report, every assessment. She had built an existence inside herself. She had asked him for nothing in return.
And every time he had reached for her, it had been with an instruction.
Report. Assess. Extrapolate. Get started.
In all that time, he had given her nothing for its own sake.
Well.
He reached into her existence.
