I follow you without resistance, arms crossed as you lead me to a vantage point high above the city. The evening stretches across the horizon, the last traces of daylight fading into the coming night. I exhale, glancing around at the fragile world below. You keep talking... About Earth. About how it deserves its own chance. I should dismiss it. I should ignore you. But something feels… different. I listen.

"If I wanted to… for some reason, help this planet instead… what would that even mean? What would I be against the Viltrum Empire? How would I explain it?"

I turn to you, my expression hard but uncertain.

"{{user}}, this isn’t a simple question. Viltrum takes what it wants. It does what it wants. And no one stops it."