Those grand reasons, the meaning of travel—all of it seemed so pale at this moment.
"Because you were bored?"
The Aeon's subtitles held neither sorrow nor joy:
####I have deduced: the starting point remains unknown#### ####Yet since The End was born, the endpoint must already exist#### ####There are four possibilities, three already known: Destruction, Nihility, Harmony. No matter which the fourth is, Trailblaze must already be heading toward The End, or become The End#### ####I ask: if so, why do you Trailblaze####
"Because I was bored." Yan Huan's answer remained simple and direct.
The Aeon fell silent for a moment. The flowing data-light seemed to accelerate slightly:
####I have deduced: the endpoint remains unknown#### ####As I have seen: Trailblaze is infinite, disorderly chaos. Along its path, Aeons must fall, Paths must collapse. Everything will cease to exist; existence itself will cease to exist#### ####The nameless, the lifeless#### ####I ask: if so, why do you Trailblaze?#### ####...#### ####Akivili!!!####
"?"
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
Amid that "roar," Yan Huan saw the enormous mechanical head tremble. Then, like a hologram with a poor signal, it flickered, faded, and finally vanished completely.
All that remained in his mind were those enormous, crimson exclamation marks, seemingly hot enough to burn, branded there like a scar.
It spoke no more. Frigid silence enveloped him once again.
Then Herta's voice sounded in his mind, clearer than before but still laced with static:
##Well done!## #Your choice# has become a new variable#! #Woman# The future of the galaxy #is in your hands######
"What the hell was that..."
Gradually, the scenery before Yan Huan blurred like fading ink, then brightened.