[ She tipped her head. ] No, I do not think it is infinite. I think it is ours only, specifically. Places to go, like refugees.

[ Because constructing a world was of the gods. A great game that should be played, and the power to create it was so vast and wide, her mind had worked it over and over again, particularly after she had felt the bite of Zenith's cold acceptance in her heart, when she'd felt that doubt creep back in over the time that she spent with them.

The doubt that had made her think that this would be something that she could justify. She could do it easily, just like Amos had.

The worst part was, there was still a part of her that held fast to that. There was a reason she had not ascended higher. There was a reason why.

Because it was so easy. Because at the end of the day, there were no right or wrong answers, but she had to hold fast. ]

I think you are putting words in my mouth Amos Burton. I do not care for worms who seek to degrade me for no reason.

[ Her eyes snapped to where he was gone from. Lucky, because she would have crumpled him into dust if he was not present. ]

I care a great deal. I care about how much others want to fight for their homes. With the knowledge to circumvent Oblivion. With us scattered out across the vast endless reaches of this world.

You wish to pull your devils through one gate. I wish to sweep them across the stars. If you have your way, we will be the sole, tempting target.

[ She looked up at him, hovering. ]

Have you thought about that? Really thought about it?