[A little flare of resistance at that, like a star burning in the night sky, fading moments later. He doesn't think he's wrong, at least, not if the end he achieves is the right one. For the sake of the rest of the world, for the people back home, for every universe that seems threatened by the Enemy. Its own form of darkness sweeping over existence, something immutable and impossible to understand-

But her question makes him purse his lips together in consternation. She's pulling up the notion of trust, and thinking back... how easily he had given it to them, maybe. But shouldn't he have? He had been saved, after all; everyone else told him the same thing, that the Enemy was a force to be stopped, even if they did not understand their purpose nor motivation. Even if they were flying blind.

Parker is the first he's spoken to that's bothered to question it. He isn't sure how to respond, not yet, withdrawing within himself just long enough to parse together words. It isn't a bad thing. It's making him think in ways he hadn't before.]

My world was going to die. I wanted to save it, and something dark and... terrifying came in, threatening to snuff out that little shred of hope. How can that not be something worth fighting against?