Instead of lending a hand to one of these countless fragments of Soul Power,Jake realized this moment was ripe for some deep, old-school introspection. The progression of his Aura presented an opportunity to dive into more existential inquiries, ones he hadn't yet had the chance to contemplate.
Why was he killing?
Why was he fighting?
Why was he risking his life in these Ordeals?
For survival? Most definitely, but wasn't that everyone's story?
Few knew the purpose of their existence, yet all understood at least why they didn't wish to die. As long as hope flickered, life was worth the struggle.
To grow stronger? Sure, this rang true, but it applied to every Evolver. Heck, every sentient being, no matter how lackluster or lazy, harbored a deep-seated ambition to either be the best or at least improve.
