Particles floated about. Mostly just sparkling-firefly.
The voice resonated from deep within the medium, not quite converging at any one spot but rather reverberating throughout.
"Future," it spoke. "You indeed do not belong here," it said. "But… is it the true reason you come here?"
"Partly, yes. I'm only here to seek love. And to get that love, I'm trying to save the world in the process. To be honest, I couldn't care less about the world-"
"Lies… you do care."
"To a normal extent. But if you asked me to put the world and everything on one side and-"
"I would not ask you to test your love. Love is a mortal culture, and one which I do not condone. It is what makes you mortals, mortals. A terrible illness, a terrible deceit."
"My definition of love is different."
"Then does your definition of love console your grieving heart?"
"No but it at least gives me hope-"
