Geode listened carefully to Oz, his eyes unchanging as they spun slowly in place. Galaxies, tainted with the atrocities of nature and man, stained with an endless array of stars that sprung out into the cosmos of his legacy. Oz's words were laced with humility, but despite that, he held the pride of his people. He didn't understand. Nobody could understand, nobody who was [i]mortal.[/i]

	"You speak a lot about topics that outweigh you, boy," Geode growled, keeping his posture rigid, "And assume me plagued with your incessant [i]hope,[/i] those wretchedly flawed emotions that shunt progress and bury eternity in the pits of mortality." Geode paused and looked to Jenso. "I know very well that all that has come to pass in this world is at my behest, set in motion by my studious desires. But the proposition you bring fourth, the idea to nurture that which has befallen this world; it is the very same prospect, the same love, that my dear elementals offered selflessly to Gaia and the people of this planet. And what did that bring?" Geode rose his right hand, the core embedded within, up to show both Jenso and Oz the details carvings within.

	"Death," He whispered audibly. A series of projections extended above his hand, unveiling battles waged between the elementals, while still retaining humanoid forms, against Gaia and her people. Destructive images, hundreds caught in the crossfires, and the arrogance of the god they had created. "Death. Death. [b]Death,[/b] it always repeats wherever power lurks, [i]death.[/i]" The images changed, to Gaia facing off against Geode. Their fight waged untold destruction on the plains around them, revealing that the result was none other than the badlands outside of Orobo village. "[i]Death.[/i] [b]Death.[/b] More and more death. And what for?" More and more images flashed across the screen. Men and women wielding weapons made of green wood, facing off against golems in sheer numbers. A man who looked shockingly similar to Lark fought alongside a silver-haired warrior with pointed ears. "Destruction. Terror. Death. All for what? What for? All for [b]what?[/b]" The images flashed faster and faster until they revealed Prisma's broken core, scattered across the silvered ground where Jenso had laid him to rest.

	"Power. You humans, you lesser beings that have never kissed the void and known revelation though erasure, you cling to your hope and your morals. But all it does it prolong the inevitable demise of all you know. It keeps you from eternity, immortality, enlightenment."

	Geode turned his projection off and lowered his hands, his eyes still rotating slowly.

	"There is no light in what you do. Only lies. The [b]Metalix [/b]knew that. I know that. But still, you idiotic flesh-bags are ignorant, [b]proud[/b], and selfish. All because you cling to worthless anecdotes and hyperbole beyond rational thought. It's hypocritical to no end." Geode's eyes flickered for a moment and he fell silent. "I offer a question, for you two," Geode finally said, after a short wait.

	"I am a threat to your existence. I am a threat to your very way of life. I will [b]kill everyone you know. I will destroy everything.[/b] Knowing that, would you attempt to [b]destroy me?[/b]" He asked, quietly awaiting an answer from the two men.