"Hm. I'm not even fully sure if answers are what I'm truly looking for. Maybe it's enough to just speak it into the world, to stand and say this is something that happened," he shakes his head slightly. "Maybe my discomfort is just hubris, knowing that I've tried to save the world before, more than once, even, and failed, lost my life, not lived to see what I built crumble to the dust a future version of myself would walk through. It's just strange, to have an unbroken line of the past, seen through someone else's eyes, but to only know this self, myself. And yet..."

And yet Emet-Selch. And yet Phillip. And yet here he is when he should very definitely not be. He shakes his head again,

"Whatever the case, I don't want to sit around and feel sad about it forever, certainly. It's just something too heavy to carry without consequence."