"you are correct.. survival and desire are not sins.. nor should they be.. at least not for the masses, my case is a special one, my entire life has been leading up to.. to enlightenment.. to place myself as a guiding light across the universe.. if I become an aeon, then no world need ever know strife again. You are a soldier yes? You come from a devastated world... What if that wasn't the case? What if nobody has to fight just to survive.. ever... A universe that cherished the arts, peace, unity... Acceptance for all.. regardless of who or what they are... Do you truely despise the idea so? Are you just another warmonger?.. you don't seem like the type.. not to me... You seem fiercely loyal to your friends and those you love ... The way you speak about my brother.. it is not that of a warmonger.."

Robin slowly starts to walk forward, stumbling slightly as she'd been leaning against the mirror for so long. now that he mentions is... Fuck why am I so tired?... No... We need to push on...I could not save Sunday.. I at least need to see this through...

"You speak of my condition but yours is no better... Both of us are exhausted and we both need rest.. if what you said earlier is true and some items we need to disperse are unreachable currently then we should both rest and clear our heads. Once we are able to carry out the will we shall... And I do mean we. I may not have been close to this Sunday but he is still my brother. As dictated my holovian traditions the family must have a role in the burial.. and I am the closest thing to family he has."

The way she says 'the family " is unnerving but it's not clear exactly as to why. He notices the pink in her eye has faded slightly and her resonance is slightly stronger as well.