"So, that makes it justifiable, then?" Prometheus asked, feeling the first embers of anger start to flare, "So long as you get your precious Amaurot back, you'll just burn your way through as many mortal races as necessary?"

"Prom..." Hythlodaeus said, but he didn't say anything after that. It was clear from his expression he didn't approve of this either.

"Did you and others ever think that maybe, just maybe, our entire race was meant to die?" Prometheus continued bluntly, his voice tight, "We studied this under Mentor Metis, remember? When things in nature become unbalanced, nature corrects. We were an unbalancing force- oh, don't look like that, we were, no matter what bullshit we fed ourselves about being 'Caretakers of the Star'. However it happened, our race became functionally extinct, the star shattered and from what I saw it's stable. Everything's in balance! If you truly cared about being a caretaker, you'd leave everything alone, not try to revive a flawed paradise!"

Prometheus's voice finished on a yell, and Aza startled awake in Hades's arms, letting out a low whine as he felt the volatile emotions in the air.