"I don't understand..." The Tower Spirit of the Boundary Land, in the form of an elderly Sage, was trembling. "Why did you destroy everything at the very end...?"
"Sometimes I don't understand either. Are you a being with a soul, or just an intelligence synthesized from a database of memories and knowledge?" Inside the Boundary Land, Rorschach's true form studied the Tower Spirit with great interest.
"The nature of the soul is a profound topic, but now is not the time to discuss it! The world was destroyed at your hands! Why!"
"I already told those Great Mages my motive for doing this a few minutes ago. It's impossible that you didn't hear me."
"No, no, no... Your reasoning is flawed." The Sage's voice was suppressed, but its anger was still palpable. "Order... The laws of the world are not as simple as you imagine."
