"Do you have a plan for what to do once you're there? We... will need some time to get a respite but if we can destroy it..."

"I don't have a plan for how to destroy it unless Scion can do it." Or you could stop creating them - how does that even work - why would someone do that - Maitimo hadn't noticed -

"If Scion could do it—well, we'd at least have more time to plan on how to get rid of him."

Nodnod. "He's really sad. - I read his mind."

"...sad?"

"About the other one dying."

"...I'm disinclined to care," his artificially echoing voice muses. "How much do you object to trying to restore what damage that monster did cause around the world?"

"- yeah of course."

Possibly they should care since they need Scion to not destroy the world. He doesn't say that.

"We should return. I'll be expected for disaster relief soon, but we have a while before my absence is noted. Door."

And the portal appears back to Cauldron's base.

He steps through, a little shakily.

The other heroes and Cauldron are already there. They look ragged and gloomy, not talking. When Epic and Eidolon walk in, Alexandria says, "So you managed to convince Scion."

"Yeah."

"How?"

Are you alright?

"I think I need a little time to decompress. Convinced Scion by asking, I didn't do anything clever."

"Is there anything we can do for you? Your efforts probably saved a lot of people today."

"We'll get the rest back. Once the peal finds us."

"I hope so. You can go decompress, we can find you if we need you but you should take a break."

Nodnod.

Back to where he put the Elves. "I wanted to send them what Scion was like it's probably really important -"

"If Eidolon's making the Endbringers he's probably substantially more powerful than he's indicated, and that might not be safe," he says, and hugs him. "Everything else about their story checks out so far. If you brought Legend here and told him -"

"I think he'd be okay. I thought Eidolon was okay, though - what did you think you're supposed to be good at people -"

"I met them under fairly stressful circumstances. I am not yet sure."

He curls up and shivers. "Maybe I should actually decompress."

"Maybe."

"But there's a whole species of these, all these worlds dying..."