[There's no shock from Carata, not an ounce of horror. She almost shrugs-]

That is where we all end.

[The one constant, in the entire universe, in every universe, was death. All things died. No matter how powerful or unbreakable they seemed. People. Gods. Planets. Stars. The Universe itself. A surety, one that could not be avoided. It was why it was so important to live while you were able.]

Perhaps. I doubt the enemy lingered when you left. You paint it as a place with very little to offer. [One that collapsed without the guiding hand of their hunters.]

But you did. You never imagined anything else?