[ What he picks up through their tenuous connection is imagery he could not begin to understand without her conveying her experiences. It's like a fever-dream, one that flashes before his eyes like thunder, like light pooling in cupped hands that lashes at him. What a unique soul this young woman is. Unique, and utterly enigmatic. ]

The entire universe before me.

[ He echoes her words, as if sampling them for himself. Determining if they remind him of an old recipe - whether it's something he favors or something that he doesn't have the particular tastes for. Indeed, he calls it a meager challenge, but it is one of the largest he has faced. Not even leading the Second Army was as precarious as having his mind torn open by a symbiotic entity to allow the thoughts and feelings of countless others to flow through him. However -- ]

I wonder if our savior's truly knew what they were doing, when they saved us. If they knew, then, who they were opening the universe to.