[ "Purpose". The term opens a raw wound, conjures recent memories of catastrophic losses despite his odds; all of Douman's could've-s, should've-s, would've-s. Every version of him, big or small, have tried and tried and tried to make themselves through their purpose.

And failed. That part is essential, but recalling all of those failures only makes Douman smile, anymore. ]

Only if it serves me, as you would only be loyal when it serves you. Am I correct in assuming so?

[ No judgment. If anything, Douman is amenable to Akua's candorー his so-called "coworker" back in his world had been a shrewd, inscrutable businesswoman, who would've sold an entire pocket of humanity for trifles. It'd been the only thing he could respect about her. ]

In every life, in every world, we may only be ourselves. Unflichingly.