[ Machina's not entirely sure what he's baffled by. The fact that a world can be saved by literally holding hands...? That theoretically he doesn't need to march with some army, bringing back nametags of those who won't be remembered just to feel as if he's done something helpful? Or maybe it's how tragically laughable it is, that the state of this world had gotten to this point when it was so simple a way to maintain it in the first place.

Machina raises up his free hand, running it partly through the long fringe of his hair. His voice is still low, gravely with his tiredness, but there's a feeling of awe as he continues to regard the conduit. ] You said it. No fighting... Just... this.

Makes me wonder how they got to this point when the solution was so simple.