[ Her hand is still tucked in Pyra's, and she does not know why the other has not yet pulled away. She is met with silence again, and the weight of it presses. How much more would it take, to satisfy a god. Perhaps there were reasons beyond what both of them knew of this world that brought them here.

Negative emotions and apathy. What a serving, indeed. ]

When Altea was destroyed, at the time, it meant nothing to her. Her race and origin were an enigma in her altered state, and in the end did not matter. Her purpose was to serve, and there were always improvements to be made. Energy to be discovered and refined. Weapons... experiments... and people were only ever tools. Only the Emperor's Will mattered and she was certain to carry it out, by any means. For untold years.