He could not help but ask, his curiosity pressing against the silence "What are you thinking?"
For a time, Ikenga gave no answer. The void pulled and devoured below them, and only the abyss's low rumble filled the space between them. Then, at last, Ikenga's voice came low, steady, yet heavy with a depth Zadkiel had not expected.
"I played a major hand in the scene before us," he said. "My actions condemned this world and its people to a fate none of them would ever have chosen, had they been given a voice. I watch them now, not to save them, but to witness their end. I should feel guilt, I should feel sorrow… yet I feel nothing."
He paused, eyes fixed on the gaping maw as another continent fractured and drifted skyward like ash.
