Akua paused, as she was...different than most, even here. Even in the throes of the Pleroma, even in the middle of this war, while she could play along nicely with the Forces of Good, thanks to the influence of a certain Warden, she was not of Good.

"If the final dawn comes, and the game is over, what else is there?" she said, after a moment of consideration. She was a villain, and like all villians, there was a certain... tendency towards destruction, but even Akua knew that if the world was eradicated, what would there be left to rule? What sort of world would allow for a guide who had nobody left, to create great workings, or push the boundaries? Who could control them, or find balance?

"There will be no balance, if all of reality is destroyed, like the Kenoma want. They want to remake the world, but if they are to choose, who would say that the world would truly be better, if they are the only voices involved?"

She's not tired, not quite, but she feels weary for having this question all over again. The longer she is here in Horos, the more exhausted she gets. The closer she is to feeling the frustration of seeing this all play out yet again, and this time on a larger scale.