I have seen worlds bathed in the makers' flames, their denizens fading
without so much as a whimper. Entire planetary systems born and raised
in the time that takes your mortal hearts to beat once. Yet all throughout,
my own heart, devoid of emotion, of empathy, I have felt nothing!
A million, million lives wasted. Had they all held within them
your tenacity? Had they all loved life as you do? Perhaps it is your
imperfection that which grants your free will, that allows you to
persevere against cosmically calculated odds. You have prevailed
where titans' own perfect creation have failed.