His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Perhaps… Uncle Alameck was right. Their existence is insignificant. Perhaps they really are just maggots, scurrying about in a world that was never made for them. Why bother concerning ourselves with such fragile things?"
The words came easily.
But they felt… untrue.
He looked down at the snow where Ren had faded.
"I say these things," he continued quietly, "and yet… I can't help but take an interest in them... their smiles, their joys, even if I know it will all end badly for many of them, and there is nothing I can truly do about it... Am I destined to continue like this for eternity?"
His silver wings folded in tight.
"I never forget anything due to this Authority Father gave me... no distance from the pain. Why do such creatures even exist? They try even though they know it's pointless, that their efforts are ultimately insignificant… still they persevere. It's almost maddening to watch."
He paused.
"It shouldn't matter... none of it should."
