[ Childe takes his time before he speaks now, a rare occurrence for him. Usually he's spitting things out that are half-truths and white lies at best, so there's no real reason for him to worry about what he speaks about. For dinner reason, he feels he can't do that here. Despite Childe playing it up, they weren't that close before. They were on opposite sides, and they clashed, but Childe spent most of his time trying to get a rise out of the other. This feels so different, and even though he isn't the one going through the Kenoma initation. It's a strange feeling and he'll deny it forever after this, but he feels compelled to be honest as best he can. ]

This world ... it's supposed to cycle itself between times of light and hope and come to an end when too much despair and darkness exist. Then it's reborn to start the cycle over again. The Pleroma, the light and hope, has refused to relinquish power to the Kenoma, despair and darkness, now that the time has come. We, as Kenoma, are fighting to force this cycle back to how it should be as this world has become full of rot.

As for why I yielded... I did it to protect someone. But, also... If my home is gone, this world is somehow responsible. Why should I fight for the Pleroma when it didn't care to fight for my world being swallowed into the void? If this world ends and the cycle of the Kenoma and Pleroma are restored, maybe I can save my home and leave. If I fight for the Pleroma, though... we'll fight forever with no end in sight.

[ ...I really hate this world. ]