"What are you doing here, [REDACTED]?"
"Really? What am I doing before the Cradle of Creation...?"
"Well, at first when you went missing, I thought for sure... you were gone. I never thought you would find 'it'..."
"It's no use deluding myself that 'that' future can be stopped if everyone could just get stronger."
"I know how you feel, but—"
"No, you don't. You don't understand the gravity of what I have to remember. I alone carry countless memories of the future—futures that ended with the deaths of every single person I care about. And in all those memories, at that last moment when I stand amidst chaos... I alone am left to face 'him'."
"You have given up...?"
"No. Did I ever have that choice to begin with?"
"Sighs... so you want to become a Primordial?"
"It is the only way."