The Guardians could search for their brothers and fix their Essences. They had the means to return them to the Origin and their sacred duty.
The Guardians didn't need Michael anymore.
"Is it over? How did you turn the Primal into…whatever that was?" Loki asked Michael, who could only sigh deeply, "I reconnected the Primal to the expanse. The expanse and the weave are their parents. They needed the balance of the expanse and the weave for a stable state. Unfortunately, they lost this stability during the Separations."
"So…you've solved that by giving up your control of the expanse?"
Michael shook his head, "I'm still connected to the Origin Expanse. The Origin Expanse's owner is still none other than me. But I share the expanse's Essence with the Primal. That's also why I know where the Primal are currently…and that they don't need me. My task is done here…" Michael's voice was somber, a trace of disbelief surfacing.
